I got cranberry juice for lunch. *purr* I drank about half. I shall save the other half.
The cold front came through. It's about 50 degrees outside, gray, and rainy. I can't feel my hands at all, I'm shaking like a leaf, and I'm loving every second.
... oh, and I think I just found a new favorite quote, from ravensmother, who is always a wonderful source of quotage:
"I want some good old fashioned, biting, clawing, pounding, muscle grinding sex. Is that too much to ask? "