I miss going down to the library everyday.
Which also means I am lonely. I can count on one hand the number of people I have spoken to in the past three days (and some of them I forced to make eye contact and say hello). Not so slowly, I'm going insane rattling away in my little prison. I have never considered myself a social person but for my sanity (and the safety of other, so I don't become a mass murderer) I require human interaction. Live human interaction. Just to be clear, social media is not a substitute.
So I'm counting down the days (if I was a number person I'd be counting the hours). Once Friday dawns I'm going to be throwing myself into my car, riding home to very loud music and very happy. This won't be the end, I'll be out only on parole, then after a few days recovery from Kate's 21st I'll be locked up again. Back to being bored, lonely and hot and bothered.