Mr. Body and I have an interesting relationship. We fight a lot ... like, he doesn't know this quite yet but I have no food to put in his belly. I could give a damn but he's quite picky about those things. But he'll get me back... he'll demand we go running tonight even though I tell him we're sick and can't, but this happened Tuesday also and everything turned out okay. Mr. Body's also pissed off that there's no Ms. Body to keep him warm at night but I give him tons of blankets instead and that makes it a little better. It must have been more than okay because he gave me the aforementioned fucked up cool dreams. However, they contained within them some womens, so I'm thinking he's trying to tell me something. Damn tricky Mr. Body being all clever and shit. Tonight he gets no blankets.
I'm going to go clean Mr. Body now in Mr. Warm Shower. He'll like that.
