Oh I remember. I had a thought about staying in my room and never coming out. Then I remembered hearing this story of a 900 pound man being stuck in his house and having to get the jaws of life to get him out of his house. No shit; there were like 50 people helping - firefighters, police, etc. It was on the news; how embarrassing. I'm already embarrassed enough as it is.

I have to go to work tomorrow to correct some mistake someone else made. I'm going to take the bus up there, then ride the broken bike I borrowed from my mother like 2 years ago when she still lived in the house in Spring Valley.

I went to a party at Alice's tonight; she has a beautiful home. I like her a lot. But I was thinking about how I want to cut everyone out of my life (like the "never leave my room" thought above) and I would have no problem never speaking to her nor anyone else again. Sigh. I'm sick of everyone.

I need to just be by myself for the next month so I can focus on me.