This afternoon I could not get my stockings off. I truly don’t know how I got them on. From now on I’m going barefoot. Except these stockings are supposed to be good for my legs. My circulation. I don’t care. From now on I’m going barefoot. Fuck circulation.

I gave up on the stockings and lay back in bed. Oof! I thought I’d read this book Logan got me, Modern Cunt. Antique erotic stories, I guess. But when lying on my back, I couldn’t reach it. I’d misjudged Modern Cunt. I was able to reach my cunt, however. I used my left hand so I wouldn’t come too fast. Then I thought, what if I have to pee? Maybe I’d better come fast. Or maybe I’d just wet the bed. The thought made me laugh, which isn’t conducive to avoiding wetting the bed or to coming. What a predicament. Predicament made me think of dick which made me want to come more than pee. So I persevered. I came.