I Dream Of Sleep

This morning I actually asserted that I preferred sleep to sex. Now that, dear reader, is a lie. I do love to sleep, perhaps more than anything else on earth.

But this week, the Horn has hit me, and hit me hard. I feel like a sad and desperate old woman. This week, I don't care about relationships, or marriage, or babies, or any of that. I just want to be naked and holding someone. (Preferably *without* the hassle of a relationship.)

And that is the most dangerous time of all.