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Today is a day such I want to thank many people simply for existing, for reminding me of what is possible and of what can be.

I want to thank the world for a wonderful weekend, filled with insane amounts of sleep and recovery from illness; low-key, delightful socialization; the distraction factor of a very entertaining computer game; and utterly beautiful weather which I probably should have taken better advantage of, and which I intend to go walk around in, soon.

There is a strong sense of something pending, something delightful, something a long time coming. And I don't want to be patient any longer. The sense I have of overwhelming beauty is breathtaking. And the waiting is, as it always is, draining.

I want to share the joy within me, but words fail me, as they often do. So strong that it's almost painful, it makes me think of the type of emotion which can make people cry for the sheer joy of it all.

And now, to go for a walk.

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Today is a day such I want to thank many people simply for existing, for reminding me of what is possible and of what can be.

I want to thank the world for a wonderful weekend, filled with insane amounts of sleep and recovery from illness; low-key, delightful socialization; the distraction factor of a very entertaining computer game; and utterly beautiful weather which I probably should have taken better advantage of, and which I intend to go walk around in, soon.

There is a strong sense of something pending, something delightful, something a long time coming. And I don't want to be patient any longer. The sense I have of overwhelming beauty is breathtaking. And the waiting is, as it always is, draining.

I want to share the joy within me, but words fail me, as they often do. So strong that it's almost painful, it makes me think of the type of emotion which can make people cry for the sheer joy of it all.

And now, to go for a walk.

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This morning, I was awakened by drums and pipes and gunshots, and was reminded of the fact that I live at the very end of the parade route for Andover. 'Tis amusing to be able to watch a parade go by, and listen to it, from one's bedroom window!

And I was wondering idly a few moments ago how long it might take me for my initial response to realizing that there is something I'm aching for to be something _other_ than to block it off. It's not a healthy response, and in most cases, things that I want strongly aren't that difficult to obtain.

In this case, I think I was aching for random touch (as I often do), because I got some of that at the party last night. So, now that I've stopped having my "but asking for things because I'm aching for them isn't fair to those I ask" (self, I select friends based on their ability to tell me when they _can't_ do something; so how is it not fair?!), I'm going to go pester aelisdeliria for a good, long hug.

I do hope I eventually stop having the utterly useless and counterproductive initial reaction to needs and aches, though. I have a similar reaction to hunger, because I hate preparing food. *shakes head* Not a good thing when one has mild hypoglycimia to train one's self to not notice hunger until it's intense!

(Um. My, goodness. aelisdeliria is purple! I no longer feel nearly as bad about how much trouble I had dying my own hair!)

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This morning, I was awakened by drums and pipes and gunshots, and was reminded of the fact that I live at the very end of the parade route for Andover. 'Tis amusing to be able to watch a parade go by, and listen to it, from one's bedroom window!

And I was wondering idly a few moments ago how long it might take me for my initial response to realizing that there is something I'm aching for to be something _other_ than to block it off. It's not a healthy response, and in most cases, things that I want strongly aren't that difficult to obtain.

In this case, I think I was aching for random touch (as I often do), because I got some of that at the party last night. So, now that I've stopped having my "but asking for things because I'm aching for them isn't fair to those I ask" (self, I select friends based on their ability to tell me when they _can't_ do something; so how is it not fair?!), I'm going to go pester aelisdeliria for a good, long hug.

I do hope I eventually stop having the utterly useless and counterproductive initial reaction to needs and aches, though. I have a similar reaction to hunger, because I hate preparing food. *shakes head* Not a good thing when one has mild hypoglycimia to train one's self to not notice hunger until it's intense!

(Um. My, goodness. aelisdeliria is purple! I no longer feel nearly as bad about how much trouble I had dying my own hair!)