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Can I say how wonderful as always, it feels to sit or stand around in a soaked diaper, waiting for the geyser to be warm enough? And having no choice but to do just that -
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Prices went down a little, today we pay $9.67 per gallon in the Netherlands -
I've been thinking about this too. How about: Selfy stick with a button on it Follow me drone Two mirrors and the selfy stick -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 2: The soft glow of morning sunlight filtered through the thin blinds of Ryder’s apartment, casting pale stripes across the room. Ryder stirred beneath the blankets. For a few moments he simply lay there, enjoying the warmth of his bed and the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Then awareness slowly returned. The trip. Avalon. The cruise. Only two days away. A grin spread across his face. Then he remembered something else. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh.” Carefully sitting up, Ryder confirmed what he already suspected. During the night, he’d experienced another episode. A familiar mixture of emotions washed over him. There was still embarrassment, even though nobody else was around to know about it. Twenty-one years old and still dealing with this from time to time wasn’t exactly something he liked thinking about. But there was relief, too. The bed was dry. The sheets were dry. Everything was exactly as it should be. With a quiet sigh, Ryder swung his legs over the side of the mattress and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged freshly showered and dressed in a simple gray T-shirt and jeans. The used nighttime protection had been disposed of discreetly, and the morning routine was already beginning to make him feel more awake. The smell of breakfast soon filled the apartment. Well, “breakfast” might have been a generous term. It was a bowl of cereal. The same cereal he’d been eating for months because it was inexpensive and usually on sale. Still, it was food. Ryder carried the bowl into the living room and settled onto the couch. The television flickered to life. Morning news. Click. A cooking show. Click. An old sitcom. Click. A documentary about deep-sea creatures. He paused for a moment. Then clicked again. Nothing seemed capable of holding his attention. His thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. Avalon. He leaned back against the couch cushions as the television continued playing unnoticed in the background. What would it actually be like? Every picture he’d ever seen made the place look unreal. Towering marble structures. Massive gardens. Ships built to Amazon proportions. Entire cities designed for people several times larger than ordinary humans. Ryder imagined stepping off the cruise ship for the first time. Would he feel tiny? Would it be intimidating? Would the Amazons even notice someone as average and forgettable as him? He pictured walking through streets lined with gigantic buildings. Restaurants with tables far too large. Parks with trees that seemed to stretch forever. Maybe he’d make friends. Maybe he’d finally have stories worth telling. Maybe for once he’d stop feeling like the unremarkable guy standing in the background of everyone else’s adventures. The daydream grew more vivid. He imagined meeting an Amazon face-to-face. Looking up. And up. And up. Trying not to stare. Trying not to embarrass himself. The image made him laugh quietly. Then his imagination carried him even further. Ancient Amazon history. Hidden landmarks. Breathtaking ocean views. New foods. New cultures. An entirely different world. A sharp knock suddenly echoed through the apartment. BANG. Ryder nearly launched his cereal across the room. “What the—” Another knock followed. BANG. BANG. His heart jumped. The daydream vanished instantly. Reality came rushing back. Someone was at the door. Ryder set his bowl on the coffee table and stood. Visitors were rare. Very rare. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had knocked unexpectedly. Curiosity quickly replaced surprise. Who could possibly be looking for him? The knocking came again. BANG. BANG. Ryder walked toward the door, wiping his hands nervously on his jeans. As he reached for the handle, a strange feeling settled in his stomach. He couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was simply because life was usually predictable. Quiet. Routine. Uneventful. But somehow, standing there with his hand hovering over the doorknob, Ryder had the odd sensation that something was about to change. Taking a steadying breath, he unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open. -
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Credit to you for keeping it up for so long! Sadly, I woke up dry last night, breaking my two day streak. It probably was a bit naive to hope that this streak would continue indefinitely. I have read from other people on the same journey who've had intermittent success, alongside extended dry spells. I'm just hoping this doesn't become a long dry spell for me. In any case though, it's very motivating that I've already started to see some results.
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