Absurdly cheerful. Amazing what a difference a shot of natural endorphins can make. Or the startling prospect of someone actually being a friend - which is a calmer, quieter pleasure, but perhaps an even deeper one.
It's not an entirely new sensation - my friendslist and my PM folders at more than one BBS are stuffed with older infatuations, and I especially cherish the ones who didn't disappear after the initial buzz wore off - those would be Herbie, JW and James so far - but I have to admit that physical proximity makes one hell of a difference.
Time to change the subject before someone's head gets too big to fit through doorways.
captain_lila - I wrote a bit more this morning and I have a lot more itching to spill out, but I need to talk to you before I do any more, or we'll end up writing two different stories. Besides, I've missed you. Here's the link, and it's in my memories as well. Clicking on the heart symbol will add it to yours.
There are men on ladders outside my windows. They've been there since eight o'clock this morning. I did cherish a secret hope that it was the TKers or some of the Naughty Nerds trying desperately to catch a glimpse of my glory in the flesh, but they turned out to be council workers come to clean out the guttering and repaint the outside woodwork. I haven't flashed them yet - I'm a little worried it might make them fall off their ladders...
Must hoover.
It's not an entirely new sensation - my friendslist and my PM folders at more than one BBS are stuffed with older infatuations, and I especially cherish the ones who didn't disappear after the initial buzz wore off - those would be Herbie, JW and James so far - but I have to admit that physical proximity makes one hell of a difference.
Time to change the subject before someone's head gets too big to fit through doorways.
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There are men on ladders outside my windows. They've been there since eight o'clock this morning. I did cherish a secret hope that it was the TKers or some of the Naughty Nerds trying desperately to catch a glimpse of my glory in the flesh, but they turned out to be council workers come to clean out the guttering and repaint the outside woodwork. I haven't flashed them yet - I'm a little worried it might make them fall off their ladders...
Must hoover.