Lately, though, I've been having some Green Day in the head. "Basket Case", of course. Upon attempting to hit the sack -- "I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams. He says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down."
Ya think? Possibly. Possibly not. I haven't been held in long enough, though. The closest I come are gentle touches from friends at work, the occasional hug from the household. Maybe my big bro will come over soon. I'm afraid that if he doesn't, I'll be rather too frantic when I see him again next.
I just want good dreams tonight. Dreams of home. Dreams of the people who make home home. Lately, home's been where the heart's at, and the heart hasn't been seen for upwards of a quarter of a year.
"We shall come home before dark..."
