The hospital wifi porn filter blocks Second Life (Imagine that!) so I can’t get inworld when I’m sitting here with my sister. I personally think a hospital is the perfect place to allow porn, but I’ve been known to be a bit progressive in my thinking. Since I can’t play inworld, I’ve been spending some time finding my way around Photoshop. My sister has been watching Spanish soap operas with the volume turned all the way up. She doesn’t speak Spanish, and she doesn’t mute the commercials. The fun never ends. At least I’m getting some rest.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Photoshop is nifty and for some things it’s a necessity, but I don’t have the patience or the technical skill to fancy up all of my shots. I admire those who can use it to make perfect, smooth doll skin, but that’s just not for me. I think SL photos have their own special charm, and I don’t want to smooth that out of them. Kudos to those who can strike that balance.
The night nurse here has a Jamaican accent, prison-striped scrubs, and a wicked laugh at her own jokes. When she leaned over me to reach the blinds, she smelled like citrus and pine. I loaned her my copy of Dubliners. I think this means we’re going steady.
She keeps my sister happily dosed up on pain meds. When I asked her how much she was giving her, “Enough.” she shrugged.
Real life woman. Virtual World avatar. Likes top shelf vodka, dominant men, blues, sunsets and playing darts. Dislikes insecurity, rap, small children and clowns. I'm either behind the bar or under it.