I’m going bat shit crazy. I haven’t been out of my apartment in 11 days. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I feel like Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
My roommate’s going to come home one day and find me typing on my keyboard over and over again…
All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy.
And then a couple of days later, I’ll start seeing little girls at the end of the hall. (Well if we had a hall).
And then I’ll try to kill him with an axe. (I just typed ex. I’m going to kill him with one of my ex-boyfriends).
And then I’ll freeze to death outside in the maze — if it’s the movie.
If it’s the book, the apartment will blow up, because I haven’t checked the boiler in a week.
Either way the pain and suffering will be over.
All kidding aside, It’s getting a little old. It wouldn’t be so bad if I actually lived in a neighborhood where there are things to do. But there are no coffee shops. No bookstores. No movies. No restaurants. There absolutely no places I want to go in my neighborhood. And it’s such a pain to navigate the subway, the stairs, etc. on crutches that it’s just not worth it. And thus I’ve been here. For 11 days. Without going out. Eating the same food everyday. Being miserable. And if I have to watch one more minute of TV or look at one more website I’m going to scream. AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
I keep telling myself that it’s only till Thurday. I have an appointment on Thursday with the orthopedist and I”m praying that he takes this fucking thing off my foot. And even if it has to stay on, I want him to put a new one on. Let me take this one off and wash my leg and then put a clean one on. I just want to walk again.
And this is why I think my trip to the midwest is going to happend a little sooner than I though. The problem with NYC is that it’s a pedestrian city. You walk everywhere. And if you don’t walk, you take a cab where you need to go. Which gets expensive. The other problem here is that I live on the northern tip on Manhattan. Which is about three states from midtown. You need a passport to get here. So it’s hard to convince any of my friends to venture up to see me. For them to get here from Brooklyn or Queens is more than an hour. So I see no one, I go no where, and I’m here all day everyday by myself. And what about my roommate you ask? He’s here some. But he has a job, and a social life, and errands and stuff so it’s not like I can chain in to the chair and make him sit here with me. Thus my stir craziness. And my need to get the ax out and do some damage. So the thing is, if I go on to OK then I at least will be around other people. And I’ll have people to drive me places like, coffee shops, movies, bookstores, and restaurants. And I’ll have people to watch TV (once again, why is this capitalized?) and I won’t go so bat shit crazy. So I’m considering doing this. I’m going to call on Monday to find out how much it will cost to change the ticket. In the meantime…
Everyone say a little prayer that this fucking cast comes off on Thursday.