Just got back from the bars. I could've crashed on my friends' couch, but you know... I have this inate need to seek comfort. comfort for me is the home, to be there, surrounded by environs that are intimately familiar... well... I guess it just does something for me that accepting the generosity of tried and true friends does not. I love 'em though, goodness gracious for 'em. I wish I wasn't so tired all the time, though, it makes it hard to relate to people when you're barely able to string three sentences together.
BTW, I wanted you to know that you rock.
BTW, I wanted you to know that you rock.
No, you rock! I get the comfort concept. I am lost without my big squishy bed.