The Real Thing

What a rocky morning!, between one thing and another I thought I'd never get to leave the house, like forces were conspiring against me. But here I am waiting on my train feeling eerlie calm ...

Today is a big day for me. Huge. I shouldn't be feeling so calm should I? I mean I'm excited yes, but in the same way I get excited about new clothes while still grounded enough to remember I am only shopping... I'm grinning like an idiot. Master is going to be SO happy! Oops here's my train...

I know now why I'm not wound up about this. It's because it's what my Master wants. I know He would never harm me, nor would He let anything happen to His property that was in any way unsafe... I'm going to be fine. He's going to be pleased. The decision is made...

I'm sure I'm supposed to be writing something here but I have no idea what ..... I'm so spaced I have to keep typing the same words to edit the mistakes...

I got to where I needed to go and took a seat inside, the man there (let's call him 'G') was fantastic and proudly showed all his own work in pics around the walls. I told him what I wanted and where and sat back...

I think I screamed, twice. I'm quite sure I must have but it's fuzzy. I didn't faint or cry though nor did I punch G or make threats. We chatted for a bit after till I regained composure enough to leave and I went home.

And now I'm on the train and I can't remember the walk back to get here.

I feel quite swollen but not sore. I would def do it again (in the same way a woman would say she would have more kids - excellent idea, just not right now...)

I'm nearly home now. Pictures, I need to take pictures....