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Aisha - Follow Up on Getting Enough

I fully admit to being a pleasure/pain endorphin addict.  I guess there are worse things to which I could be addicted.    Yesterday, in fact, I felt exactly like an addict who is deprived of her fix.   Shameful, perhaps, but there it is.  Jonesing for pain. 

I got it later that night, which may account for my good mood today.   First I was crying, hard, with tears, which almost never happens, the tears part anyway.   Then I was flying, feeling like my head was a balloon that was about to float off of my body.  I got the impression that my collar was the only thing holding my head on.  Weird, huh?  And no drugs or alcohol were involved.