Warm.

Just got back from Leah's house. So nice to harmlessly flirt with a boy, my legs in his lap, pillow fights and tickling... none of it meant anything, of course, but the human contact was lovely. So good to have someone warm next to me.

I think I've been really starved lately for that kind of contact. I ran into my friend Paul on the Diag today, and we hugged, and I think I held on a couple seconds longer than necessary, just because it felt so good to be close to someone that I had a hard time pulling away.

Every time I spend time with Elliott I hope something will happen, but it never does.

I had a sex dream last night, the first one in... dear lord. Forever.

I think I've decided that makeout buddies are overrated. What I really need is a cuddle buddy. Someone to keep me company and warm me up. I'm so lonely right now. And so cold.

Mmm...

For the record: the Cava Java Chai Mocha is the best hot drink EVER. It's like drinking a hug. Funny how in a week of depression and lousy grades and general ickiness, something as small as a yummy drink can make me feel a little better about the world, at least for a little while.