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May. 27th, 2007 09:16 pmMan, Clare is bored. And tired. My brain seems to have gone to sleep but the rest of me hasn't followed suit yet, so I'm just sitting here watching the lightning flashes and waiting for it to start raining.
I love rain. It makes me happy. Lightning makes me less happy because it makes it a bad idea to go out in the rain, but as long as there's plenty of rain out there I'm still happy. Just lightning... not so happy.
Clare is having hug withdrawal. Clare had hug withdrawal going off to college where everyone was brand new for a while. Then Clare made a lot of very cuddly friends, and now she is having hug withdrawal coming home where she has far fewer friends, sees them less, and the friends she does have are less prone to continually hugging, poking, tickling, body-slamming, sitting on, picking up, and generally molesting each other, which she has gotten used to.
There goes thunder. Still no rain.
I dislike being in this sort of mood, because it makes me crave talking to people, although I don't have the patience or brainpower to pretend to be alright and manage a decent conversation with anybody. So I end up being irritating. If I somehow don't irritate them, I at least irritate myself. I'm whiny, angry, often supremely nosy, and often completely random. I can't think of anything to say that I'm not going to have to apologize for saying, but I can't stop talking anyway because then I'll be bored and alone.
I want to go back to Clark where I feel like this less.
Failing that, I want a hug.
RAIN, DAMMIT.
I love rain. It makes me happy. Lightning makes me less happy because it makes it a bad idea to go out in the rain, but as long as there's plenty of rain out there I'm still happy. Just lightning... not so happy.
Clare is having hug withdrawal. Clare had hug withdrawal going off to college where everyone was brand new for a while. Then Clare made a lot of very cuddly friends, and now she is having hug withdrawal coming home where she has far fewer friends, sees them less, and the friends she does have are less prone to continually hugging, poking, tickling, body-slamming, sitting on, picking up, and generally molesting each other, which she has gotten used to.
There goes thunder. Still no rain.
I dislike being in this sort of mood, because it makes me crave talking to people, although I don't have the patience or brainpower to pretend to be alright and manage a decent conversation with anybody. So I end up being irritating. If I somehow don't irritate them, I at least irritate myself. I'm whiny, angry, often supremely nosy, and often completely random. I can't think of anything to say that I'm not going to have to apologize for saying, but I can't stop talking anyway because then I'll be bored and alone.
I want to go back to Clark where I feel like this less.
Failing that, I want a hug.
RAIN, DAMMIT.