Late Last Night

Weird, meandering, depressing worm hole of insomniac thoughts led me to realizing even if I were to get somebody pregnant right now the child wouldn’t likely be born until after my 36th birthday next year. Not sure what to make of that. Of course the more depressing realization is that I haven’t had sex with anyone since shortly before I turned 34. 35 has been somehow even more sexless without much hope of changing, and we’re about halfway to 36. Life is so goddamn slow and fast at the same time, especially when you aren’t getting laid or getting much of anything else in your life.

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