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Sunday, August 24, 2003



You go on with your bad self, Laila.You may be wondering where I've been for the past few days. Alternatively, you may have been content to stare at that photo of Angelina Jolie for hours on end. Nobody ever said I didn't provide nice eye candy for you people to look at when you're waiting for one of my eagerly anticipated yet infrequently posted babblefests.

I've been in a weird mood lately. Well, "mood" isn't really the right word for it. Basically, I've become somewhat of a hermit. Or, as Rahim would say, an "internet hermit". In other words, I like to keep my real-life interactions with the outside world to an absolute minimum, but I still get online and talk to people, mostly fellow internet hermits. I've been forced to leave the house for things like food and work, but other than that I mostly stay in my cavelike loft, lit only by the soft glow of my computer monitor. I've been somewhat productive while I've been in hermit mode - I've sorted through lots of crap and thrown some out (though I haven't taken anything down to the dumpster in a couple of days, because that would require going outside), I've read an insane amount, and I've done some photo printing that I'm pretty happy with. My cat is also happy with this arrangement, because he is very needy and likes to have visual or tactile contact with a human at all times. He's a little annoyed with how much attention I pay to my laptop, though.

In any case, I have successfully avoided leaving my house for the last 46 hours. I was going to wait until it got to 48 hours before I went to the store, but I'm really hungry, and for some reason when I went to the store on Friday I seemed to be really fond of chicken caesar salad, because that is all I have left to eat. Next time I embark on one of these little semi-antisocial events, I will be better prepared with an assortment of food items to get me through at least 48, if not 72 hours of total internet hermitdom. Now, if I could only figure out a way to get my boss to let me telecommute every day, all I'd need to do is have my groceries and other items delivered to me, and then I'd never have to leave the house again.

Sounds perfect to me.


babbled by Kat @ 4:03:00 PM | |