And the thing about it is, I get stuck inside my own head, and with nobody else here to entertain me, I get, um, lost.
What I really need is an actual problem, outside my head, that I can solve. I like solving problems. The only things here that keep me occupied are yarn, dishes, and cats. There’s only so much you can do with yarn, dishes, and cats.
I’m so stuck inside my own head I don’t even know how to describe it. I decided today that the human brain is the pink padded cell of the soul; the place where the otherwise-incapacitated go for something approaching rehabilitation.
if this is rehabilitation, I’m not sure insanity wouldn’t be better.
I have nothing to do and noone to do it with. What could go wrong?