news flash: I possibly have some Issues. also, I am not a kitty.

Therapy, especially this week and last, has been ... digging stuff up that isn't easy to deal with. (For those on my access filter, the girl-in-a-box thing sprang directly out of stuff we were talking about, and today's stuff was indirectly related to other stuff we were talking about. And that barely scrapes the surface; I don't talk about /everything/ here.) I am emotionally exhausted, and it's sort of good, because it's cleaning out areas of my brain that seriously needed some fresh air, but it's, well, exhausting.

I came home in need of a brownie (well, really just chocolate, but we had brownieness) and some metaphorical cuddling. If I were actually a kitty, I would flop myself on y'alls' laps and demand politely request pettings; then again, if I were actually a kitty, I wouldn't be able to type. Or knit.

Since I am not a kitty, therefore, I will use this weird invention called 'words' to ask you guys for comfortage pretty please? Hugs, snuggles, non-angsty ficlets, pictures of cute baby animals, plot bunnies that I might want to adopt*, links to awesome ravelry patterns, or in general anything that feels** warm and fuzzy and snuggly.

* with no guarantee, of course, that I /will/
** in the metaphorical sense, not the tactile sense