I need to be touched and held and kissed and hugged. That's probably why I make Amethyst hug me more than she maybe wants to. It's bad enough that the poor kid has to deal with having me as a mother, now she has to make up for the fact that I'm not getting any.
I feel drunk. Only more so. Not sleeping in a week apparently has that effect on me.
And I'm grumpy and I'm irritable and I really wish I could sleep. But I can't.
Laters