I have got a bad case of cabin fever. Not bad enough for me to appear in a sequel of The Shining but it is still pretty intense. I think my dog Molly even started talking back to me today. Outside of my phone, I have not had human contact of the face-to-face nature in five days. I can understand some of what Jack Torrance went through in The Shining. The similarities are scarily similar. I am also an aspiring writer and very snowed in. I do not have a nutty ass kid running around seeing ghosts behind every corner but I guess that is where Molly comes in.
I am even looking forward to going to Wal-Mart as soon as I can get out of my driveway. I prepared for the snowstorm. I have plenty of food and drinks (I also have water although I just ran out of wine), I have enough reading material and DVDs to watch to last me to the spring thaw so I should be set. I have always prided myself on my ability to be a hermit but I guess the lesson to be learned here is that maybe human contact is essential but only on my own terms. Maybe I should invite people over and then kick them out whenever I want them to go.
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