Hello, all, Miss A. F. here.
*sigh* I feel as though all is bleak. Oh, so bleak. I think it was the going to bed late last night, and the waking up early, and the math test this morning, and the part where I missed my breakfast, and possibly the blah weather. Also, I haven't been out in awhile.
I have my days. Even as an introvert and self-diagnosed agoraphobic, I still get sick of being cooped up with my family for a few days. After about 48 hours, I begin to pound my head against the wall, and I start telling everyone things like, "Go take a long walk of a short peer, my friend." Only I'm not that nice about it. My mother, Lord love 'er, is even more of a home-body than I am, and simply can't understand what's the matter. "Hormones", says she, "Cabin Fever", says I. Really, I haven't gone further than the end of our road for three days. I have not spoken to anyone but my family for three days. I have had to listen to the tiffs, the whining, the "No, man, my legos are way better than your legos" stuff for three days. Someone send help. PLEASE, I beg of you, things are going to get ugly 'round here. *smacks forehead repeatedly*
Okay, so I might be a little, slightly, teeny bit hormonal, but I still want to go get a coffee or something. Oh, wait, I forgot. I live in the middle of nowhere, so the closest coffee place is twenty miles away. Silly me.
I'll post updates on my deteriorating condition tomorrow.
Signing off,
Miss Artsy Fartsy
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