Whoa.
I just spent five hours playing Bejeweled 2.
Maybe I need to see if I can come back to work anyway. I'm going insane around here. Albel's going to kill me for asking though, but I need to get out of the apartment more regularly. I feel like a caged animal, or something. One day somebody's going to come along and just make bacon out of me because I'll be all fat from being locked up inside. And while I like bacon--pigs are delicious, after all--I'd rather not be it and...
I'm rambling. And hungry. I want pork. Stupid medicine.
Time for bed.
Maybe I need to see if I can come back to work anyway. I'm going insane around here. Albel's going to kill me for asking though, but I need to get out of the apartment more regularly. I feel like a caged animal, or something. One day somebody's going to come along and just make bacon out of me because I'll be all fat from being locked up inside. And while I like bacon--pigs are delicious, after all--I'd rather not be it and...
I'm rambling. And hungry. I want pork. Stupid medicine.
Time for bed.