I wish I knew why I feel like crying.

It's been... well, mostly crowded and loud and confusing and stressful and odd and amusing and entertaining and strange and demented and all sorts of other adjectives but what it all boils down to is this:

I really, REALLY want to just go curl up somewhere, by myself, where I KNOW no one else will interrupt me or look at me or demand my attention or need my participation or even intrude on my awareness. I want alone time. I want some freaking privacy. I want somewhere safe to go hide until I feel calmer.

And I don't have anywhere.

So yeah. A bit twitchy.

I don't really know what else to say.

I know it's just as stressful for everyone else, it's not like I'm the only one crowded here, but... geh. Tempting, sooooo tempting, to call Ryan and see if I could go crash for a night at his place, or go over and sleep in the guestroom at Dixon Household, or just grab the fur cloak, a pillow or two, and go hide in the garage.

I don't deal well with Lots Of People and right now, there is very much Lots Of People. It's a good thing, don't get me wrong, I'm glad that Torian is here and gods it's great to see Zian again and I'm really liking having Rhia as a roomate. It's just that with Kate's Thing, and the Torian/Zian combo being Very Much Here, and Rhia and at least one of her boytoys and her dog and her two birds, and my six zillion hamsters, there's just not much ROOM. Makes me feel trapped, and I dun' deal well with that particular sensation. *sigh*

Ehh. I'll cope.

Gonna go stare at the snake and try to catnap.