Sweet Dreams, At Least.

Tonight, I've no idea what I want to write about. 


You would know that feeling, that deep ache inside of you that seems so very non-commital when it begins, the one that, you later discover, is clingy to the point of stalker-ish, the one that refuses to leave. Of course you would know it, you would have to. I've no clue why, but you would, you must because you need to know that feeling to know what pervades every inch of my body at this very moment. 


So. That was a tad melodramatic and I feel like I'm thirteen again. Gag. I'm sorry, I'm a tad detached at the moment. I have however worked out that my immune system is a tosser. Kudos to me for this, albeit (possibly three years?) late revelation. 


Huzzah and -


And I cant physically bring myself to finish that sentence. I'm sorry. I should probably go now. 


Love to the cyberworld. Maybe. Or sweet dreams at least.