I've been in a slump recently.
Filled from tip to toe with ennui till even my nipples could burst from boredom.
It's because I've been trying to do a writing project the fear of which has been making me run away from it.
Kinda like a literary suicide...
I've always been one for shooting myself in the pedicured foot, purposefully putting it off or giving up.
In many ways, that's why lapdancing is such a good job for me. I can put it off in so many facets;
Should I work tonight - or not?
Should I approach him - or them, or wait for another?
Should I do pole work, or just lie languidly?
Should I mention VIP or just grab a dance first in case he's scared off by the sums involved?
Should I be late or get in early?
Lapdancing is all about choices - but when you have too many options, you often end up doing nothing at all...