It's official.  I think it was official last night.  I just sort of came to terms with it this morning.  I am in a needy state.  I need attention and am dying for affection.  I'm frisky and horny as hell.  I'm post-menstrual... it's probably an artifact of my ovaries screaming, in general. 

Still, needy.  Lonely.  And slightly depressed about all the things I need to do.

Work looms largely.  I've got four days this week to do what I can and take a week off.

Hebrew -- tho it is my love -- also nags at me for attention.  I should be practicing.  At least watching some Israeli movies or something. 

Instead I play Rock Band.  I'm on a timer, so I keep trying to squeeze as much as possible in.  I smoke.  I went to the pub to watch the football game and I had 4 pints of beer.  Light beer, sure, but beer nonetheless.

So, four pints and two bowls later, I'm chattering here.  Pet me, please!  I notice that I respond *too much* when I'm needy, almost like I have to get the last word, except that I'm hoping mine isn't the last.  Too talkative, too aggressive.  I almost told the waitress at the bar that she was beautiful.  Instead I just smiled sweetly and said thank you a lot.  That really gets 'em:  thank you.