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Is there anybody out there?
May. 20th, 2004 03:14 pmI need to jump forward a week.
There's nothing here for me, now. It's too cold to go swimming, nowhere to take a walk to that's not the same old scenery. None of my old friends seem to be around, or accessible.... I did run into one unexpectedly at the movie theater last night, but entirely failed at asking her how I might get in touch with her. There's not even any junk food in this house to console myself with. Not only is there no junk food, but there are none of the foods that are marginally healthy but would console me anyway. I'd go get it myself, but first I'm cheap, second I'm lazy, and third the decent stores are all fifteen miles away through construction. So I'm sitting here, craving and miserable.
There are no games here that I haven't played to their practical limits. The internet even offers little consolation. I only have a few sites that I actually keep up on, and Livejournal isn't to the point where I can find a realtime supply of fresh, interesting new material. The books I got are not really worth keeping up on. And I will walk the fifteen miles to Castle Rock and bang pathetically on old friends' doors looking for them before I reduce myself to watching television to pass the time.
My legs seem to have atrophied, somehow. Maybe it's the thin air, but even a short walk on them makes them tired and borderline sore, let alone such complicated things as going up the stairs. I tried to declare today Leg Maintenance Day, but a twenty-minute walk confirmed my suspicion that the scenery hasn't changed a bit. I can only take so much of the pine forest.
There's enough to do, I just don't particularly want to. And the one that I really need to get in touch with is nowhere to be found.
I want to go back. At least there are things that need doing, there.
click
There's nothing here for me, now. It's too cold to go swimming, nowhere to take a walk to that's not the same old scenery. None of my old friends seem to be around, or accessible.... I did run into one unexpectedly at the movie theater last night, but entirely failed at asking her how I might get in touch with her. There's not even any junk food in this house to console myself with. Not only is there no junk food, but there are none of the foods that are marginally healthy but would console me anyway. I'd go get it myself, but first I'm cheap, second I'm lazy, and third the decent stores are all fifteen miles away through construction. So I'm sitting here, craving and miserable.
There are no games here that I haven't played to their practical limits. The internet even offers little consolation. I only have a few sites that I actually keep up on, and Livejournal isn't to the point where I can find a realtime supply of fresh, interesting new material. The books I got are not really worth keeping up on. And I will walk the fifteen miles to Castle Rock and bang pathetically on old friends' doors looking for them before I reduce myself to watching television to pass the time.
My legs seem to have atrophied, somehow. Maybe it's the thin air, but even a short walk on them makes them tired and borderline sore, let alone such complicated things as going up the stairs. I tried to declare today Leg Maintenance Day, but a twenty-minute walk confirmed my suspicion that the scenery hasn't changed a bit. I can only take so much of the pine forest.
There's enough to do, I just don't particularly want to. And the one that I really need to get in touch with is nowhere to be found.
I want to go back. At least there are things that need doing, there.
click
