Post Six Hundred and Sixty-Six

You Know What

I want to go swimming.

Something's Off

I couldn't tell you what, but something is out of whack. I've been feeling it for the last half hour or so without realizing it, just sitting here with a dull ache in my chest, my eyes looking into the dark of the rest of the room (the only light is what is coming from my computer screen, and the street lights) looking for something.

Dresden noticed it before I did. He's been on me, snuggled up under my chins, then he gets up and shifts around, he looks at me, then leans in to rumble in my ear for a moment before resettling himself only to get up again. He finally got down, I think he is in tune with me and how I was feeling was uncomfortable for him.

What is it? What's gone...weird? Even if something hasn't happened to you, please leave me a comment and let me know that it isn't you that I have to worry about. And if it is you, you know who you are; you, who has taken a step away, you can let me know, too.

It's Tavie's Birthday!

Wear your hair long and with a sense of swelling pride.

Love yellow and the number eight.

Have a twin and a beautiful soul.

Be loving, forgiving, and silly in equal amounts.

Celebrate your Tavie.

But get your own, this one's mine.

Depressed Again

I'm feeling unloved again. It's been days since I had the strength to reach out to someone. It hurts that no one has reached out to me. Busy lives, I know, but how long does it take to drop an email, or make a phone call? I feel like the little dog in the cartoons bouncing around the bigger dog, begging, "What are we going to do now? Whatever you say! You're the best!" Then the bigger dog smacks the little dog and says, "Eeehhhh, shut up." To reach out to someone and not have them occasionally reach back is like being slapped down.

I wish I didn't feel this way.