I am manic depressive. One night of off duty all alone and the nearest person I know and want to spend time with is over 100 kms away.
This is crazy. I spill myself over the net, and truthfully I want to be a lot more… vituperative?
Rant? Rave? I am in a dish throwing mood.
The problem is without someone to throw the dish at, throwing dishes loses all charm.
This is solitary confinement.
I am going to go about muttering to myself, dressing in rags and scratching at imaginary fleas in a week at this rate.
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