Thankfully, my mind has slowed down. However, no sleep has come. My head hurts worse than ever. Wait, now it's clearing up. Getting worse, clearing up. Who can say what's next?

As the cyclone subsides for the moment, my thoughts drift elsewhere. Maybe "thoughts" isn't the right word. Feelings is a better description.

I yearn beyond any comprehensible description. I want a girl. My skin itches and burns from a place far below the surface for someone -- anyone. Not just for sex, but to touch, hold, preen, stroke. and kiss.

Right now, it would be worse than foolish, in financial terms, to plunk down money I don't really have for an hour or two with a [no truly suitable word to use, except perhaps, in Firefly lingo, "companion"]. Nevertheless, the temptation is very strong.

A more desirable, but less attainable option for me: A real relationship. Someday, maybe. Maybe.

Uncertain, the future is.

Well, now that I got that out, I think I'll lie back down again. At this time, I have nothing more to say.