I look so much like my mother

Can't sleep. Lars is in Vernal on a river trip with a couple of his clients. It's funny how you forget how to sleep on your own - how does the weight of a lover's body next to us become such an addiction? More than that. A few years ago I read an interesting book about the physical/ chemical/ physiological aspects of love. It's main thesis: that our bodies actually become biochemically connected - just spending time together, touching.

I have no idea if that's true, but I still can't fall asleep.

I think the Throwing Muses said it better than I could.