Go team win-get!
Go team flee Savannah!
Go team jacking Panera Bread wireless to download multitudinous, multitudinous Photoshop tutorials from geeky British website!
Go team 75 degrees in Atlanta and Team Flipflops, two related teams!
My sudden and impulsive move to drive as far away from my house as possible and still be in Georgia is proving to be a good one. I have People to Talk To in Savannah, as I have finally established, scientifically and much more firmly than previous, that I can only be alone for approximately 76 hours before going completely, stark raving MAD! What's wierd is I KNOW I'm going mad, and the only solution (if no one is available to be People, real and in person, no phone or internet substitute allowed) is to lose myself completely in an absorbing activity like a successful and protracted experiment in Photoshop, a book or game that doesn't suck, drinking a shit-ton, or driving suddenly to Atlanta.
It's like I have a SWITCH in my MIND that flips to MAD after three days.
I don't know how I can be so AWARE of something I so can't control, but I'm not the only person in the world. I make lots of friends with other people who suffer from the same malady so that this phone call can be made:
Person 1: Holy fucking shit I've been alone all day. (sound of something anonymous and vague grating, or possibly sawing in background.)
Person 2: On my way! (brings cookies, bad horror movies, beer, sex, or all four for megabonusfriendship!)
No explanations neccicary.
When we go crazy, everybody wins!
Go team jacking Panera Bread wireless to download multitudinous, multitudinous Photoshop tutorials from geeky British website!
Go team 75 degrees in Atlanta and Team Flipflops, two related teams!
My sudden and impulsive move to drive as far away from my house as possible and still be in Georgia is proving to be a good one. I have People to Talk To in Savannah, as I have finally established, scientifically and much more firmly than previous, that I can only be alone for approximately 76 hours before going completely, stark raving MAD! What's wierd is I KNOW I'm going mad, and the only solution (if no one is available to be People, real and in person, no phone or internet substitute allowed) is to lose myself completely in an absorbing activity like a successful and protracted experiment in Photoshop, a book or game that doesn't suck, drinking a shit-ton, or driving suddenly to Atlanta.
It's like I have a SWITCH in my MIND that flips to MAD after three days.
I don't know how I can be so AWARE of something I so can't control, but I'm not the only person in the world. I make lots of friends with other people who suffer from the same malady so that this phone call can be made:
Person 1: Holy fucking shit I've been alone all day. (sound of something anonymous and vague grating, or possibly sawing in background.)
Person 2: On my way! (brings cookies, bad horror movies, beer, sex, or all four for megabonusfriendship!)
No explanations neccicary.
When we go crazy, everybody wins!