The Negligee Principle

Have you ever really looked at negligee?
I mean, really looked at it?

The point of negligee of course is to heighten the anticipation of the reveal. It's there to promise, to tease, to stimulate, but absolutely not, in itself, to reveal, but to conceal.

Today is very much a negligee day. I can't WAIT to get to tomorrow, to get to the reveal of the weigh-in, to tear today away and breathe out again, one way or another. But today...today is negligee. I feel almost like this week has been teasing me since last Tuesday, dancing and swaying and removing an occasional article with a saucy 'nearly-there' wink or pout...and now I'm down to the negligee and I'm going, frankly, crazy with the tease.

Today, blood has been fine at 5.1, and the day has been filled with irritants and wanting to bitchslap some people, and some of that, in all fairness, has been irritants and people who need bitchslapping, but I have a sneaking suspicion that some of my crankiness can be put down to the tease, to the negligee principle of the day...Can you have blue scales? I think, no matter what the result, I'll feel better having gotten to the weigh-in day without knowing at any point along the way what it will reveal, not being flashed, not peaking beneath the tease and spoiling the anticipation.

(Drums fingers...Drums fingers more...)
Anticipation sucks. Negligee's all very well, but goddamm, I need to get it off...