"nothing" is NOT an option I like

I am presently going through the longest spell of celibacy ever.  Yes, you read it right, the longest spell of celibacy in my adult life; and, as you can imagine, I don't like it one bit.  I feel as taut as a balloon about to burst and as frisky as a lesbian in a fishmongers.



It  is a "geographically-induced" abstinence, as gf is in Sweden and I am here in the UK, and that is due to time unemployed, having to live with relatives etc...etc.  Circumstances beyond control, I know, but  that doesn't make it any easier to accept.

This barren spell is beginning to have an adverse effect on me. It is dragging me away from reality and into the realms of dream-land/cloud cuckoo-land, to such an extent that for the first time in my life I am dreaming regularly, almost every night!

To make matters worse, my dream topics are not even what I would chose under the circumstances, if you get my drift. They're not at all connected to my loveless state but are instead jumbled up stories with the usual multitude of characters, with no beginning, middle or end. They are your typical ordinary confusing and senseless dreams.

What good is that? Thanks for nothing,brain!  Wrong time for my colourful imagination to fail me.

And before any of you think "it won't kill you, so shut up and stop acting like a priest in a nunnery", I would like to say the following;

 "you've got to be a woman to even think that, tsst tsst". No sympathy from the ladies whatsoever, I know.

Only sensible advice would be appreciated, thank you.

'Nuff said, rant over, time to go to sleep and dream the wrong kind of dream again.

:s