**le sigh**

Don’t know how this mood came over me; probably with the fog that rolled in this afternoon.

I really want some alcohol, but I’ve also had enough of alcohol and drunk people for awhile.  The last thing I need is to try and babysit my drunk self.  So I am eating and fatting myself up again.  I’m already halfway up to my old top weight.  So much for the diet.

Why do I have this feeling that you are sad and need a hug?  Or is it just me that is sad and wants a hug from you?