I feel like writing. Not much to say.
Master <--this is just silly... but it is still weird to say/type it.
Master, is working out of town this week, again. Him being gone seems much hard now than it was pre-spank. I feel needy. I don't think I like it. No, that's a lie, I know I don't like it.
Gah. I wish I had something to write about.