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cabin fever, anyone?

snow is painful, preventing. it layers the ground, swirling slightly with the winds. it's beautiful, sure, but it knows how to drive you crazy.

my home is starting to feel like the empty, grand hotel deep in colorado. i'm there, taking care of it during the off-season. but i start seeing things, things that shouldn't be there. i start going, well, INSANE.

yes, my life has taken form of a stephen king novel. i am living the shining. living it, i tell you.

i absolutely can not wait until christmas. christmas, that is the day when i will see people, REAL PEOPLE, otherwise than my parents. i don't care about presents, my family's presence will be enough. see, that was lame. a result of cabin fever, i tell ya, i really do.

it's not enough that i drag out sleep, homework, eating, reading as long as possible, it's not long enough! i'm running out of things to do.





this house is confining. i can't breathe anymore.

woe is me, the melodramatic.