All this free time really gives you time to think. Granted, I haven't felt quite so nauseated since I ate through three bags of Dove dark chocolates in two hours, but I don't particularly favor boredom. Never have. As soon as this...whatever it is lets up, I'm going out.
Still doesn't look like anyone else's fairing much better. Surprise, surprise. What is this, some kind of epidemic? Maybe something in the water? Who really knows.
Sad to imagine I've been here so long and hardly know the rest of the population, save for those scarce glimpses I've caught here and there, the majority of which were located on this thing. I'm not much for public forums or social networking, but I bet some of us could be real good friends, given the right opportunities and circumstances. Isn't that right?
Well. Time to scour the storage rooms. Again.
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