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When I woke up around five-something this morning, eris_raven had peed on the slightly damp bathroom rug. Again.

I could not cope. First I freaked out, and then I continued to freak out. I tried to go back to sleep, but sleep was not forthcoming.

I was still freaking out when I got back from the plasma place around ten or so. Another nap, and work, and even after a really excellent day at work, I could still feel the potential for immediate tears underlying my feeling of general well-being.

Required for sanity: a full-body snuggle session (in person or virtual) with a bondmate, and a conversation with same, preferably with some being-held while I go "Argh" about all the little things that shouldn't matter but do.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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