...frankly, it makes this sort of writing damn near impossible.

The vampire game (which before I corrected my typing, had been written as 'the campfire gang') is in full swing right now. I am sitting here. Yes, it's my own choice... between the near-seizure symptoms that make talking and walking kinda tricky, how tired I feel, and the need for a few hours of actual for-certain time alone, staying here seemed best.

...all is full of love...

I want fresh fruit right now, watermelon and pears and bananas and peaches and strawberries and grapes and those lovely tart green apples. I want it all in a chilled silver container on top of and partially surrounded by ice. I want my boys to be here, watching TV, talking, sharing fruit and company. I want these so strongly sometimes it feels like a physical punch in the gut when I remember that I can't have them here.

And yet, even wanting them this much, it's kinda nice to have the room to myself at night, when I'm most able to write and dream.