(fallen london stamps by my current issue is that I want socials, particularly novel socials, but I'm in a state where any kind of prolonged social outside of a narrow band of people and topics makes me feel like I have fire ants crawling over my brain. the extrovert equivalent of ravenously hungry but too nauseous to eat
the fact that I am moping hardcore about missing my partners (we spent some lovely time together in-person that is now over) is probably not helping. I keep running into things around the house that remind me of them and SIGHING SADLY. wandering around and around, mewing inconsolably
