Dear Diary,

The delicate balance between work and play is difficult in any relationship, but it is especially so between two dedicated A-type personalities. 

“Hey, guess what?”


“I figured out my costume for Katniss Everdeen, and it’s fabulous! You should come over and see it.”

“Ah, dammit, I can’t tonight!”

“Really? I’m wearing the dark wig you like with an awesome side braid, and there are all these clothes you could help peel off. Hot cosplay sex could be amazing!”


“Ah! I have a deadline, and I haven’t slept yet! I can’t but I really, really want to.”


“Now you’re just being mean.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying to offer herself as tribute.”

“I think I need a cold shower to get focused on what needs to happen in the next few hours.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed and play with myself.”

“I’m hanging up now. You are definitely wearing that again soon so I can see it.”

“I make no promises! Good luck with doing all the things that aren’t me.”

“You are killing me, you know that?”

“Yes, I know. Goodnight!”


And, alas, I went to bed alone that night.