Somebody write me an email!
I went away for six days and when I got back I had exactly four personal emails waiting for me. That is, out of the eight active email accounts I have. The rest of the stuff were subscriptions from mailing lists, spam (how could I forget the spam?) and various notifying messages.
Today, I had one personal email. I am feeling blah. Nobody is writing to me. 
Once in a while I get very LOA (Lack of Attention) and I want people to notice me, acknowledge me, appreciate me, affirm me, whatever. This is just one of those days. If you have my number, you are welcome to call me up and ask if I'm okay :P -- I'll probably tell you I'm still alive, a smart-ass answer I learnt from Dad. I've always loved giving that answer coz it's cheeky and it's the truth. Most of the time things aren't like amazingly great, neither do they downright suck, so all we can do is get on with the business of life and living. "Still alive" sums up that state of affairs rather succintly.
I'm rambling, of course, something which I do rather well, even if i do say so myself. I do have specific things I want to say, or write, but today my brain is just not cooperating.
Oh, my $700 mattress has arrived and I am very pleased with it. My housemate Sharon was the first to test it out. "Sunflower, I love your mattress! Can I sleep with you tonight?" she exclaimed. Okay, I know that sounded very the salah (wrong) but lemme just assure you that we're both straight and no hanky-panky has ever gone on around here... so far. hahahah.
Meanwhile, love is in the air as another one of my housemates just had her boyfriend come over for a short visit, plus an acquaintance of mine is getting married this weekend. I think I might have to give the wedding a miss and send a gift in lieu of my presence. All this lurve stuff is making me antsy. My hormones are itching to copulate and procreate but I have nobody to do that with. Ah well.
I suppose that's as good an explanation as any for my sudden LOA-ness: I'm lonely.