In The Alley It Ain't That Cheap.

Boom, shake, shake, shake the room.

I suspect I'm developing Agoraphobia, or at the least an aversion to heading outside. Another beautiful day and calm night spent on my own. I can't have said more than fifty words today, to myself or to anyone else. I'm a mute and a hermit and I'm unsure how I feel about it. Summer is nothing without friendship and beer, pretty girls and cuddles. Maybe I'll make believe it's winter, so when another day drifts past me I won't feel so bad.

I wish I had more stories for you today, bright eyes, but I am bereft. Today has not been productive. Thursdays used to be my favourite nights of all. If I could re-live three different days of my life, a Thursday in late '05 or '06 would make the cut without a shred of a doubt. But now, look at me: here alone again armed with a jaded mind, a laptop and acoustic rock ballads coursing through my headphones. What a champion I turned out to be, sweethearts.

But don't take pity. I am in a good place, all things considered. I could be hanging from a tree somewhere, or lying in a ditch with my face covered in dirty, day-old rain water. And to not feel the need to be in such a place has got to be a positive, has it not? I need filler for my days that doesn't involve this computer, my brain, or my heart. Does such an activity even exist? If one does, fill me in. I will take it into consideration.

I need feedback. Let me know if these ramblings make sense, fire flies, so that I can stop if they are an embarrassment to me or an affront to you.

What does a turtle look like without his shell?