Dream

Another dream to note. Oddly, like the previous night's dream, it is about prostitutes. But it is not as nice as the other one. It's not the college scene. Exactly where it's at, I have no idea. I might not even be young in it. The prostitutes are white in this one, and there are some lovely ones, even lovely blondes, but I am not able to connect with any of these lovelies. I find myself, instead, dealing with a tranny, or maybe he is just a cross-dresser, not even having the artificial tits. He is trying to pass himself off to me as a woman, but I point out that his facial hair is getting a bit out of control - a little too rough and shaggy for this game. He gets upset, as things don't work out between us, and that is the end of this dream. In this case, I am perhaps saved by the bell. That makes two dreams about prostitutes two nights in a row. I have no idea what to make of that, besides the fact that I am perhaps feeling more desperate in my advancing old age, like being hungry and dreaming of food, or needing to use the bathroom and dreaming of looking for a toilet. I do not like the idea that I cannot have white girls even in my dreams anymore. I hope this is not a new law in my dreamlife.

My Back

My back is bothering me again, and I am once again playing Leaning Tower of Pisa. I realized this morning that my distorted shape fits well the posture that I assume as I sit back on the couch with the laptop. I know that the couch is not the only cause of my problems, but I am confident that it is one of my problems, or that it is a factor that makes things worse, and I am already acting on it. I am now sitting in the plastic white chair that we keep nearby beside the couch. Sitting down in a distorted position, with my back bending this way and that like a snake, for prolonged periods lost in the Internet, or in playing computer games, cannot be helpful. I'm already feeling better, not that I am feeling good and back to normal, but definitely better.

Porn

I badly need some poontang. After a few days of heavy gaming and poker, I find myself missing my porn. I was thinking that it might be nice if I preferred to use my time to play games rather than looking through pornography, but ... boys will be boys.

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It's funny. After about twenty minutes of being fascinated over videos and pictures of hot women being used and abused, I ... was more interested in playing Master Poker and trying to last longer at the table. I've only been gaming hard for a few days, though. So, I doubt that something revolutionary has happened. It's probably just another phase, another passing enthusiasm, but I really do love the idea of putting pornography behind me. Well, if that is unrealistic, it might not be bad if the old addiction simply becomes a much weaker form of its old self - as would only seem to befit old age. I don't know how much more realistic this is, but ... it seems possible. There is only so much time in the day - more gaming means less porn. And porn has a certain sadness about it. It always leaves you feeling empty - getting so excited and worked up about something you can never actually have, as you fuck yourself dry, and it's not just about the sex ... it's your whole life.