Saturday, May 16, 2009

Yet another touchless, hugless day.

What kind of planet *is* this exactly? Torture central?

UPDATE: After Michael came upstairs telling me that he does not understand my need for touch (which I find incredibly ironic coming from a person who has all the touch he could ever need, and he even tried to bring the others in on it and say that I am freaking them out, which I find amazing coming from two couples that go home to bed with each other every night, for several years even), he gave me a hug in exchange for a cigarette. And Jesse came to get him and gave me a hug goodnight. And I recall grabbing Anda's elbows and giving her a small peck when I went downstairs. So I can't write the entire day totally off; only 98.86%.

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