Thirty years ago today
Nancy blew me in the early morning but her mouth got tired and so I had to jerk off and come in her mouth.
She left for work while I was still in bed. I got up at around 10:00. I had smoked sausage, an egg, toast, coffee and juice for breakfast and then I took a walk. I went up to Queen, east to Shaw, south to King, west to McDonald's and then home.
I got a fair amount of cleaning up done.
Nancy did my laundry.
I was almost through reading all the old Now Magazines and newspapers that I'd accumulated.
I finished the autobiography of Ronnie Hawkins and started on the biography of Michael Jackson.
I ate a lot that day.
The fetus of our baby was now six weeks old and two centimetres long.
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