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Last night was all about not making a sound but the pleasure was too great. Remi has got the most amazing …f a c e and I am afraid to find out how he ended up with skills like t h a t.

Julian would not stop laughing at me. All I had for breakfast was a giant tub of keto ice cream. Thank God for Grab. Imagine having to buy ice cream at the grocery store in my state? From duty and I spent all afternoon trying to hide my eye bags from a sleepless night of stat peripheral blood smear readings and non-referrable hematology referrals. My concealer was proving inadequate. Not two layers of it. Not three. But the photo studio was fully booked so guess where else I ended up?

Also, guess what happened to my concealer?

I had to make dumb excuses for my cousin this morning. Something about accidentally stabbing my tongue with a fork and she seemed to buy it with a proper back story. I’ve got my inner klutz to thank for that. Anyone could easily see that happening to me.

Yeah that’s right. Here’s the truth: I bit my tongue until it bled. A lot.

It was bad enough that I got some blood on my lips and smeared some on the sheets. It made Remi stop what he was doing and pull down my blindfold. Never mind the pain, though.

He looked a m a z i n g.

Still, I understood the worry, all right. ZeroPain™ was the deal. Remi, ever the careful one, nothing to worry about here, Sir. It was my doing. This idiot just really finds it too difficult to keep her mouth shut.

Failed to get my picture taken, ruined a night with The Sir, forgot to take the choker he brought for me, and in my hurry, had to take the Grab of shame. I can’t believe it.

I can’t fucking believe it.

Good morning to me. It is time to show up for work. Monday mornings suck.