Sleeping...alone...sucks

This is the conclusion I've come to. Sleeping with two additonal people in my teensy Ikea bed sucks too, especially if one or both are over 5'9", but still being crowded sucks much less than feelin lonely. Since when did being alone start bothering me so much? Perhaps it's the isolation of the last 4 days that has made me realize lonliness is such a drag, but really it seems I used to revel in it. I'm a hermit, I love solitude...right?
Seriously, I may have to put out an ad on Craigslist for transient bed company if this weird mood persists. And no, I'm not talking sex, I'm talking just being able to drift off to sleep while ignoring what the person next to you is droning on about, thankful for their monotonous diatribe and its lullaby effects.
Eve, I miss your stinking ass. You're one of those rare individuals that upon meeting you I realized I was going to know you awhile, and fall in love with your personality.Because of you, I have beciome addicted to Honey Puffed Wheat Cereal by the handful...only problem is my self control when not working equals me eating roughly, oh, a whole fucking bag of the shit. I think my blood glucose is around 660 now.
I would like to be snuggled in the arms of a giant hairy dude right now. Yes, ideally he would be approx. 8 feet tall, 350 pounds, and hairy as hell. I think I might be looking for a gorilla. Oh, and he'd kick the ass of anyone that tried to mess with me. Hmm...I think I need to slow down on the codeine, just a bit.