I’m out of coffee.

It’s really gray and chilly feeling outside.

I’ve been up since 7:15, and it’s only 9:46. This day is moving slowly.

I don’t really have anything constructive to write about. I think I just wanted to write something. Yanno? I hope it doesn’t rain today, as after lunch, when Shady Acres is asleep, I like to take a quick walk around TinyTown. And if it’s raining, I won’t be able to do that.

Maybe I’ll start moving the DVDs downstairs today. That’ll give me something to do this afternoon. But then I have to answer the most obvious of questions; “what’re you doing? Why are you doing it?” Just lemme do it you don’t have to question every move I make. Sometimes, I feel a little trapped here.

For example, Sunday, I went into my room, and watched Twilight. I think I made it 45 minutes before I heard a knock at the door. “Are you feeling ok?” Ugh yes I just felt like watching a movie that’s not on tv. And if it was, I’d still be in here watching it, because then I don’t have to answer questions about plot points. Sometimes I just want to be left alone. I’m not in a bad or sad mood. Just want to be alone.

Some times I’m just in a quiet mood, or even craving a cigarette, and instead of being a snappy bastard, I just want to be left alone. But I’m poked, and I know she means well, but I’m not used to being mothered. She doesn’t need to know every time I’m sad, mad, glad. If I’m talkative, I’ll talk.

Stupid weather.

I feel a little better. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. 10:05. 3 pm is a long way away, ain’t it?