I seem to have become addictive...
Or my music has, at least. Looks like my Christmas CDs were a hit, at least with a few of the recipients. *grins* Makes it worth the effort, seeing people enjoy what I've done for them.
Actually, I think that's why I enjoy doing things for people. Seeing the smile on their face, or reading a completely non-solicited response in a journal post, or knowing that somehow, in a small way, I've made things easier for someone. It's one of the things I like about my job, knowing I've helped someone in a jam, although I don't often get thanked for it. When I do... *smiles* It really makes my day.
Seraph should be back home today - I was wondering if I should try calling her, but I don't know what time she's getting in, and she probably won't be that coherent if she is home. *grins* I know I'm pretty much zombie-fied after the trip back from Toronto - losing a day does that to you. I'll try tomorrow, although it will have to be early. On Wednesday I'm catching the 6.45am train from Wodonga to Wangaratta to meet my lift down to Shepparton, about an hour's drive away, so I'll have to get to bed early so I wake up in time. So no late-night phone marathons for this little pixie. ;)
I've missed Raph. A taste of what's to come, I suppose. Still, she does sound happier over there than here, and that's what's important.
I miss Yasmin too. No LJ posts from her for ages - not since the aftermath of September 11. I'm hoping my package got to her okay, and that her mother didn't freak when she saw it. *grins* She's back at the end of January, which is good.
I guess this is leading into a call for the next Gathering of the Aussies. Some of them, anyway. Amanda, Mel and I put our heads together and decided the Anzac Day weekend would be an appropriate time for the next GASP. Actually, Anzac Day (April 25) is a Thursday, but four days would give the Sydney-siders (and Mel) a chance to get down here. So, 25-28th April, gathering at my house. And it really will be my house, for the housemate will be well and truly gone.
*grins* I'm a shameless gathering-slut. Sometimes it seems the only time I truly come alive is in the presence of ficcers... probably because my friends mostly are ficcers, which is kinda sad. I really need to work on that.
As always, after seeing people, I find myself needing to touch people. Feel the need for human contact, that skin hunger thing again. It's getting worse as I spend more time alone, this need. It's not just sex - although that's an issue too - but a need to hug someone, feel their warmth, their strength, their softness. I'm a very tactile person, I've found, when I'm with people I trust, and even during the worst times with BRM, I knew I could still get a hug, or hold his hand.
I miss that. At night, I still find myself needing something to cuddle into, be it a pillow or my teddy bear. *blushes* Yes, I have a teddy bear, and I can tell you, without him I wouldn't have gotten through this last winter.
Bah, didn't mean to get all wistful. I'm fine, really, just missing my Mel-hugs. Or Yasmin using me as a cushion. Or hving a KJ sprawled in my lap, drunken or otherwise. *winks* Or having Seraph stroke my head. Those little contacts, those small-but-meaningful touches that let you know that yes, you are loved.
*hrms* Too bad Queen's Birthday weekend isn't national - I could get my ficcer fix so much faster.
Actually, I think that's why I enjoy doing things for people. Seeing the smile on their face, or reading a completely non-solicited response in a journal post, or knowing that somehow, in a small way, I've made things easier for someone. It's one of the things I like about my job, knowing I've helped someone in a jam, although I don't often get thanked for it. When I do... *smiles* It really makes my day.
Seraph should be back home today - I was wondering if I should try calling her, but I don't know what time she's getting in, and she probably won't be that coherent if she is home. *grins* I know I'm pretty much zombie-fied after the trip back from Toronto - losing a day does that to you. I'll try tomorrow, although it will have to be early. On Wednesday I'm catching the 6.45am train from Wodonga to Wangaratta to meet my lift down to Shepparton, about an hour's drive away, so I'll have to get to bed early so I wake up in time. So no late-night phone marathons for this little pixie. ;)
I've missed Raph. A taste of what's to come, I suppose. Still, she does sound happier over there than here, and that's what's important.
I miss Yasmin too. No LJ posts from her for ages - not since the aftermath of September 11. I'm hoping my package got to her okay, and that her mother didn't freak when she saw it. *grins* She's back at the end of January, which is good.
I guess this is leading into a call for the next Gathering of the Aussies. Some of them, anyway. Amanda, Mel and I put our heads together and decided the Anzac Day weekend would be an appropriate time for the next GASP. Actually, Anzac Day (April 25) is a Thursday, but four days would give the Sydney-siders (and Mel) a chance to get down here. So, 25-28th April, gathering at my house. And it really will be my house, for the housemate will be well and truly gone.
*grins* I'm a shameless gathering-slut. Sometimes it seems the only time I truly come alive is in the presence of ficcers... probably because my friends mostly are ficcers, which is kinda sad. I really need to work on that.
As always, after seeing people, I find myself needing to touch people. Feel the need for human contact, that skin hunger thing again. It's getting worse as I spend more time alone, this need. It's not just sex - although that's an issue too - but a need to hug someone, feel their warmth, their strength, their softness. I'm a very tactile person, I've found, when I'm with people I trust, and even during the worst times with BRM, I knew I could still get a hug, or hold his hand.
I miss that. At night, I still find myself needing something to cuddle into, be it a pillow or my teddy bear. *blushes* Yes, I have a teddy bear, and I can tell you, without him I wouldn't have gotten through this last winter.
Bah, didn't mean to get all wistful. I'm fine, really, just missing my Mel-hugs. Or Yasmin using me as a cushion. Or hving a KJ sprawled in my lap, drunken or otherwise. *winks* Or having Seraph stroke my head. Those little contacts, those small-but-meaningful touches that let you know that yes, you are loved.
*hrms* Too bad Queen's Birthday weekend isn't national - I could get my ficcer fix so much faster.