a breakfast for losers...

I hid in my closet for ten minutes, and then decided to have a bowl of icecream, which has led me to this computer to ramble. I feel like a child again. Sitting here with my knitted hat on, and large safety glasses over my eyes. I sit here thinking that somewhere in this world, your magic lamp in hiding and one day you will get those three wishes, I grant you that. What am I talking about? I think I am slowly losing my mind as a result of being imprisoned in this house. I haven't been out with friends for weeks. I'm sure that doesn't sound too bad, but these weekends are getting more lonely by the minute. Doesn't matter anyhow, I'm not too sure where my friends are these days. I think I have misplaced them. I really need to get out of this small town, and meet new people. I suppose it won't be till another year when that opportunity comes strolling along.

I feel all sticky after devouring that icecream.