... and miles to go before I sleep.

I don't know why, but I've been getting unduly irritated by the amount of publicity around the Leibowitz photo of Miley Cyrus. She's 15, for crying out loud. That's the age of a young woman, not a child. I'm all for protecting young people, but the photo isn't revealing and is actually quite tasteful.

Still - moving swiftly on... (I'd never even heard of Miley Cyrus until yesterday, but that probably says more about me than about the TV show...)

Had another bad night - not as bad as the previous two, but *weird* dreams. Seriously.

Spent some time today working on a contract for the slave. I'd like to give it to him for his birthday, properly printed on some nice card. I know he'd love to have a contract - we talked about it right from the beginning - and he is ready for it now. I sense that the time is right, finally.

I'm also working on a set of 'General Orders' - a set of rules, which I can change at any time, or which can be changed subject to circumstances or respectful negotiation (always at my discretion, of course). I've cunningly included a clause in the contract binding the slave to obey these rules. *grin*

I'll be seeing him tonight - our usual routine is that he comes to my house on a Friday night and leaves on a Sunday night, and I travel to his office on a Wednesday evening, stay with him overnight and go straight back to work on Thursday morning. That can be subject to change, though - some weekends I go stay with him until Monday morning if we have something to do over in his neck of the woods. Getting up at 6 a.m. on Thursday mornings is a pain in the ass - to think I got up at 6 every day throughout my teenage years to go to secondary school!