For the past few weeks I've been slowly feeling more and more like just hiding out and not leaving my house for, say, a month. Even sitting at my desk, I HATE that there's open space behind me, and I want a wall, a ceiling, a den, something to block out the goddamn fluorescent lights so I can hide and be warm and safe in the dark with my headphones. Some of it is the season and the rapid drift into autumn and seasonal depression, but some of it is the world overall, and having to deal with other people and fix broken things and continue to function. I want to not have to function for a while.
I don't really want to leave the house. I don't want to go out and about. I don't want to see people. (No offense meant to those people at all, though.) I have been avoiding driving. I have very little food in the house. I'm out of red wine, and down to two bottles of white (one of which is waiting for a special occasion).
I have a four-foot-tall stack of books to read, including but not limited to two new Terry Pratchett books, the latest Neal Stephenson book, "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell," another horrible bleak thing by the guy who wrote "Altered Carbon," and others I'm forgetting. I have two guitars I love to play (and one I ought to haul out and tune up again and see how it sounds now that I'm better at it) and all kinds of things to do. But I suspect that if I stay home, it's mostly going to involve a blanket wrapped around my head.
Eh, anyway. I'm not looking for boobookitty here, just attempting to explain why I may appear to be hiding out.
I don't really want to leave the house. I don't want to go out and about. I don't want to see people. (No offense meant to those people at all, though.) I have been avoiding driving. I have very little food in the house. I'm out of red wine, and down to two bottles of white (one of which is waiting for a special occasion).
I have a four-foot-tall stack of books to read, including but not limited to two new Terry Pratchett books, the latest Neal Stephenson book, "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell," another horrible bleak thing by the guy who wrote "Altered Carbon," and others I'm forgetting. I have two guitars I love to play (and one I ought to haul out and tune up again and see how it sounds now that I'm better at it) and all kinds of things to do. But I suspect that if I stay home, it's mostly going to involve a blanket wrapped around my head.
Eh, anyway. I'm not looking for boobookitty here, just attempting to explain why I may appear to be hiding out.
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Date: 2004-11-04 11:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:28 am (UTC)Do they sell those all over the place, or do I have to go searching for them?
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Date: 2004-11-04 11:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:50 am (UTC)so, next time you're out for some granola or plywood, stop and pick one up.
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Date: 2004-11-04 11:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:56 am (UTC)I shall instead mock other vegetarian food. Tofu is slimy! Ha!
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Date: 2004-11-04 01:08 pm (UTC)I also have GE Reveal bulbs in my desktop lamps at work. While I dont often need the extra lighting, I will just turn them on anyway when I feel overwhelmed by the flourescents and the lack of daylight. I also am considering wearing a hat in the office so the flourescent lights don't beam straight down onto my face.
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Date: 2004-11-04 12:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-04 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-06 03:17 pm (UTC)*huggles*.