neverending days
I've been awake for maybe 6 hours now, and it's a shock to me that night hasn't fallen. This has nothing to do with the fact that I am used to living in a place with days shorter than 6 hours, or I'm only awake for less than 6 hours in the daytime, but it's more that I have /nothing to do/. It's my own little self-imposed imprisonment. I called in sick for work, so naturally, to me anyway, I should use the day for rest and all that stuff. It's a bright and sunny day, which leads two a feeling of intense boredom and restlessness, and a misery born of two completely different reasons. The first being, I don't like the sun. It's just my temperament. I prefer the days that are bleak and overcast. The second reason is that I like to wander aimlessly, and today would be a perfect day if i hadn't decided to coop myself up in my house. I don't think I would do well with cabin fever...