I have this urge to shave my head. And to get a box of chocolate donuts and eat them all. It's freaky-weird. If I had ready access to weed, I'd get really really high. One of the reasons that I don't, because I'd probably stay there for a really long time.
I need to clean and rearrange the bedroom. I never really finished moving the furniture from the last big move of stuff over Christmas, and it's pretty much time. I want to build a corner desk-y thing using the existing bookshelves and actually have good functional space.
Close. I know it's close. But it's like being at mile 20 of a 26-mile run. You know in your mind that you're most of the way there, but you've still got a long way to go and you're out of energy and your muscles are cramping and you're starting to hallucinate.
Part of me would really like to cuddle with a woman-thing that I was learning to trust again. One that was actually worth trusting and discovering, and feeling comfortable with.
I'm really cold. And I can't seem to get warm.