Recovering from a nightmare and a hangover combined.

Having second, third, and fourth thoughts about a lot of things.

Angry... yes, we are that indeed (the royal we, no splits, today we all see eye to eye). Frustrated... yes, indeed. Frightened, too, of course... can't avoid it.

Lonely, just a bit... mostly because the boy is gone. Still miss him. NO, I'm not gonna get over that in just a few days.

I talked to him on ICQ... he misses me. He misses being here. He misses the D&D people and Malkov.

I like to believe he's coming back, and maybe he will, but my pessimistic side keeps insisting that the little hints he throws out really ARE hints, that he won't return. *sigh*

Depression, PMS (that's POST, not PRE, folks... at least, this time...), and style sheets. Such fun.