It looks like I won't get to go swimming today after all, and I am dreading Game tonight, I want to just go curl up in bed.

No sleep.

Not enough computer time.

Here at the house of a wonderful friend, but despite the fact that she is a friend, it's not HOME... my bed, my pillows, the damnevilcat, the cage, I want to be back where home is. *sighs*

Perhaps a bit more to the point, I want to be somewhere where the only interactions I have are carefully controlled BY ME... not things I have to worry about. Or, if they aren't completely controlled, that they are at least new and interesting and something that distracts me from the migrane that hasn't left for now two and a half days. Argh. Evil headache.

I have doodles and drawingness all over both arms now - one arm my own work and one arm the work of a Grr, blue work with black fill, traces of red, it's quite beautiful. I drew on an oldish friendish person after Rocky, that was quite fun too. *grins*

I have the knowledge that I am a complete arse.

I have this nagging little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me that I would be MUCH better off if I confined my play ONLY to owned or available boys.

I have an extreme desire for green tea cake.

I am worried about Arrasto. Something's wrong over there. I can't fix it... terrorists. Every nation in the world is sunk into suspicion and fear and hell. I want my boys somewhere safe, not scattered to the four winds, not like this.

It seems weird, knowing that there won't be a Kenji around tonight... he's been here practically every Sunday night since I've shown up at all. It's odd. *shrugs* I think I miss him... it's like having a tooth pulled, the empty space stops hurting but you can't keep from realizing something's gone. Ehh, I'll get used to it soon.