My stomach is all tied in knots. Several reasons for this (and maybe several more that I'm unaware of). I should eat something, but thinking about food makes me gag.
I need a cushiony cocoon spun from comforting words and platonic touch. (And maybe an IV drip with some nutrients and a smidgen of valium.) I've been putting this all out to the universe, hoping to get an answer. The silence is pretty deafening. Maybe I'm just not looking or listening in the right way, though. It's hard to know.
Posted by thevieve at June 10, 2006 11:34 AM*hugs*
Although not too tight, so you don't puke on me.
Posted by: Aaron Weber on June 10, 2006 2:57 PM