But at least my essay is done!

It's not that I'm heartrendingly lonely or anything, but I am craving hugs and cuddling. Or possibly five hour conversations over coffee. Not that I have time for any of this, because I really should be reading Adam Bede right now, but just. Sigh. I want.

It doesn't help that more-or-less everyone in my hall has someone to snuggle up to. This doesn't quite seem fair.

And my dreams are not helping. Then again, neither is the fact that I re-read Ordinary People just now. Hey, I get my mental snuggles where I can.

Anyway. We now resume everyday life. And I go back to Adam Bede - George Eliot does go on a bit, doesn't she?