I was muzzy and vague and distractible at work. Four people reminded me there was work to be done. I just wasn't all there.
No breakfast didn't help.
I woke and masturbated at little but it just made it worse. The craving for O when alone, and yearning for intimacy when in public, both commandeer my attention. I'm noticing every single beautiful woman walking past. The obsession with dudes isn't around today. If it weren't for the feeling like I'm bottling a swarm of angry, horny bees between the neck and pelvis I'd actually be contented.