Not motivated for anything right now.
I think I thought about my claustrophobia one too many times today. I used to be a lot more psychologically messed up than I am now. Tonight I need a hug -- and not from you, David, though normally that would be great -- and to be told to get my ass to bed because I have to be up in the morning, though gods know it's already morning.
Today (later, as in Saturday night) there are plans for a pizza and beer and movie night with Alan et cetera.
Wish my friend was going to be there... wonder if he could make it. He'd be rather left out with the beer, though. Alan's bringing Dew, so it wouldn't be so bad.
Wish I had a best friend who could take the other couch tonight. We'd just lie there mostly asleep and randomly babbling at each other until one or the other of us totally passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Been dancing in my dreams some lately. Ballroom. Like from the dance unit in Drama class where that idiot Shawn damn near steered me off the stage.
I was actually halfway decent at that, and have still managed to retain a few of the skills, say for the simpler dances. One of my favorite songs to dance to is "Kiss From A Rose."
Care to waltz?