Never having been a fan of the whole “bear” thing. It always seemed a little ridiculous to me, that suggestion that a fetish could make for a “community”. But now that I have a bear of my own, I’m re-thinking it. Really…

Meet Edgar. He keeps Irma company while I’m at work all day…

I just don’t understand how someone could live in White Castle country and not go there every day of the week. Such a waste. Alas, this propensity toward mini-burgers might go a long way toward explaining my ample frame, but my appetite is even stronger than usual right now, what with the thyroid thing and all…

Apparently, it’s affected my moods as well. Last week, I got rather upset about something. I realized even at the time that I had little or no rational reason for being so upsst, but I still was. On top of that fact, I was a little embarrassed and mad that I’d let it get me so upset. All in all, it made me rather unpleasant company, I fear…

Wow. From hamburgers to endocrinology to psychology in two paragraphs. A record, perhaps?

There are all kinds of procedures to follow when one has radioactive iodine treatment. For example, I’m supposed to stay at least two feet away from anyone with whom I’m to have prolonged contact. I’m supposed to “void” often, flush twice each time I do it, and wipe up misfires immediately…

But I can never find answers to really relevant questions like what to do with the towel I use after wanking. I’ve just never been fond of using Kleenex as a substitute…