comfort

Not much of an entry here. I drained myself yesterday. Go back and read that for a good time.

I woke up today, lay around watching videos. Trying to decompress a little. Finally went to the store for supplies and started baking. Five dozen cookies and a pan of brownies later, I'm exhausted. And a little ill from too much cookie dough.

This entry isn't worth writing. I did catch a line from one of the movies today:

"Funny what you can tell a stranger that you can't tell people you know." (from Living Out Loud)

That nailed the exact feeling I had when I was lying around this morning. I wanted to talk to someone--desperately needed to communicate--but I couldn't bring myself to call a friend. I knew I should call Eric, I'd told him I would, but I couldn't face talking to someone I knew. I wanted someone who doesn't already know about my life. I wanted to explain the whole thing to someone, from the beginning. Slowly.

I wonder where the beginning is. Huh.