wispfox

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!)