waxangel

I have had, by all possible standards, a Spectacularly Awesome last 10 days. I cant even begin to describe how lovely, beginning with Sivs visit last Friday, and capped by a completely debauched SGNY holiday party last night. And I should be basking in the warm, satisfied afterglow of ten diems not just fully carpe-d, but bent over, spanked, and just plain ravaged.

Yet Im not. I feel strangely empty. Its as though Im coming down off of a wonderful drug that made me feel things I never thought possible, and I know I may never recapture those feelings.

Also, the past week-and-a-halfs events sort of gave me a lot to think about, but very little time to actually think, and, now that things have slowed a bit, Im beginning to mull over my feelings about it all. And analyze. And over-analyze. But thats just who I am, yknow?



Its weird, I can actually feel the depression coming, and Im fighting it, tooth and nail. I guess being able to recognize it is a good step toward overcoming it, or at least not letting it destroy me. Again.


Anyway, I met some great people at the party last night, people who apparently didnt mind that I was wasted and making out with anything that moved (or didnt move quickly enough): JamieLeewho somehow didnt drag Mercie up with her, but Ill forgive her.
Mle
Stiles
A bunch of Philly people whose names slid right off my boozy brain.


If I forgot anyone, or simply didnt bother to ask your site name, I apologize.

Now I just hope that my drunken antics didnt make everyone hate me.