Cabin Fever

Dear Figment of my Imagination,

Disappointment. That's what I'm feeling these days. Another day, another post. And still, no comments. Perhaps I should just quit this blog altogether. Or perhaps I should just spew out any old thing (word diarrhoea, gross...), like a few bloggers I happen to be acquainted with, instead of meticulously checking and rechecking my posts for any (God forbid!) spelling errors. I wish I could rant and rave about anything, like them, and still sound so...cool. But that's just not me. Do you know how many times I hit the 'delete' button when I'm composing a post? Well, I'll tell you: innumerable times. And don't even get me started on the 'backspace' button...If I had 10 cents for every time I hit 'backspace', I would be...really, really rich.

Anyway, I'm not really in the mood for composing a witty and intellectual entry right now. The crippling feeling of disappointment, crushing your spirit and weighing down your shoulders, kinda does that to you.

Alright, I'll admit it. Being cooped up at home sucks. With a capital 'S'. And a capital 'U-C-K-S'. I miss my friends from school. I miss going out and doing stuff. I even miss classes! If that's not a sure sign of insanity, then I don't know what is. I finally understand what sailors must have gone through when they were stranded out on the open sea, with nowhere to run and nothing to do. Cabin Fever.

I'm hungry. Perhaps my low blood sugar level is responsible for this sudden wilting of my (usually) effervescent nature.

And, on that note, I'm off! Thank you, nonexistent reader, for that lovely one-sided conversation. I hope we can do this again sometime. Til then, ta-ta!

Yours,

Figgy the Fevered [cabin-wise, of course...]