I sleep so much these days. It's 11 pm on a Friday night and I am sleepy. I just want to go to bed and sleep till early morn, but my upstairs neighbor is blasting her TV and I am not about to do that right now, besides she is supposed to be out and about, and I am sure she is under the assumption that I am out and about, and I am secretly wishing that I am. But I am not. When you get older it's like there is nothing else to do...go to a play, I did that. Go to a club, I already did that and badly too. Then, there's a long list of stuff, the only thing I didn't get enough of is.... London. Sex, I did, I made you think for a minute that I was going to say sex, no, that I did, as much as I wanted to.

This is funny cos last week, we had the birthday lunch for two members of staff. The guy that just joined felt the need to open up at lunch after just one glass of chardonnay. Anyway, the topic once again fell to me and my lack of sex, men and everything they come with. I said I didnt feel there was a lack in my life of men, sex, etc. I felt it would disrupt my concentration. I would be thinking about him all the time and in between that I would forget what it was I was to do at work or otherwise. Everybody begged to differ. However, the guy turned to me and said, "when I first started working here, I thought you were a virgin."

I gasped. Me a virgin. I sneakered. "No," I said in response. "I've been around the block," I replied with no shame whatsover.

Back then, the people that knew me, knowing I had "been around the block" would feel that I should have some shame, some dignity, or self-respect for myself. But now, the new me, knowing that I have shirked that so much that it is non-existent, to the extent that I am thought of as a "virgin," I have no shame in confessing that. Yes, I had torrid affairs and what have you...but that was the old me.

It's the weekend I should be doing something with myself.