Like Patti LaBelle, I'm on my own.

In approximately the past 36 hours, I've accomplished the following:
- Watched five episodes of Buffy (finishing off Season Four)
- Read two issues of Entertainment Weekly and two issues of Blender
- Finished the last third of "The Diary of a Teenage Girl"
- Slept
- Napped

Oh, I did make a short trip to Whole Foods today while dommeyourass got a massage and it nearly killed me. I was so winded by the time I walked the two blocks to the chiropractor's office while carrying three bags of groceries, it took about ten minutes for my breathing to return to normal. Ugh.

But I'm doing much better today, although mentally I might crack. I'm starting to experience caged animal syndrome and it's coming out in strange ways. Tonight's agenda contains one last nap, a late dinner, and then I'm going to PG's birthday party. I'm simultaneously excited and concerned -- I never know how it'll be when I go into a social environment after being isolated for so long.

Maybe for a test-run I'll call thebrownhornet back.