You could fry an egg on my forehead...

So I've returned from a weekend at the beach and I'm miserably sunburned. I'm crispy red... it's awful. I've bathed in cool cucumber stuff, but my skin is still horridly ablaze...

Anyhow, there's something that's eating at me right now, and quite frankly, I'm pretty damn edgy.

As I've alluded to in previous rants, I am a painfully introverted person. I've almost always preferred and been thankful for my solitude. For the most part, being around other people has terrified me. I like being alone. For years, if given the opportunity, nine times out of ten I would chose solitude over social interaction. I've never gotten lonely. Ever. Seclusion has always been Option A.

But I'm suffering a feeling I've never in my adult life experienced. Right now, for the first time I can lucidly recall, I feel lonely. An episode of Family Guy was a nice bandage for a 30 minute fix, as were a few phone calls. But I'm still jittery and anxious, and I don't like it. I guess this is normal, this concept of loneliness, but it's never happened to me.

I'm physically trembling.

But that could be the sunburn, too.