An Emotional Journey

 A dream where I am without underwear in class, and its not a dream and i think about how ashamed i was in dreams like that, and how similar the feeling is now, in real life. And how i could just walk with my dick out, but id still feel real weird. And ashamed, in a special way. I decide I might, but then i see Dashka at the first desk and immediately feel and decide that i can not  do it, that she deserves better, that [she deserves to not see my dick for the first time this way], that its not nice to her. I sit down, with some black guy. Looking around for some underpants OR ANYTHING. There seem to be nothing i can put on in a good way. Suddenly - a towel. I wrap it around my loins. It fits me good, i sit back, relax, and the towel sits just right, hiding just enough. Even though it shows the beginning of the crease of my crotch - its fine, even Zhenya wore jeans like that.  I can get up and nobody will be scandalized. I sit back down (or did i get up aat all?) and its ...

 I woke up in a good, nay! great mood, didnt go back to bed after usual morning routine. But now I am facing the choice (ok ive made it already its made ok) - do I drink coffee, do I try to wait until it FEELS like I need coffee, do I drink something w/o caffeine in it (i have hibiscus tea but its v acidic. ouchie my teefies). Bc I can already feel the BAD waking up and I need something to offset that stupid dumb annoying foreign alien not-mine is it mine? by gods i hope its not mine, harmful, poorly controllable shit. I've decided to microdose coffee this time. Half a teaspoon.  My back hurts a lil. I've been working out yesterevening. That's all for right now