Mental isolation is starting to send me mad now.

As in uh oh, I’m going to either go bonkers or depressed if I don’t see another human being that isn’t my parents within the next few days. I can’t still be contagious after FIVE DAYS right? I’m all scabby and everything. Scabby is good, scabby means less likely to be infectious. But yeah so far most people have still been ‘Oh NO THAT’S HORRIBLE NEWS, I HOPE YOU GET BETTTER…oh no sorry I’m not going to come near you because I don’t want it!!111!1!`13i612476uibweut!!” - feckers. I’ll blame you lot then when I go mad or get manically depressed.

When I’m better I’m going to hug everyone, and it can be like a chicken pox roulette, oh ho ho will you get it? Who knows? Traa laa laa….

Might help myself if I stop watching so many head screwy films, then again I got Blade runner on the line up (that’s if it ever actually finishes downloading dammit) and I did just finish Slam by Nick Hornby, which turned out to be a bit of a let down. I don’t know it was an odd book. It was like he pretty much gave away the main events in the storyline, so it didn’t feel like there were no surprises, and then gave you the filler parts. Plus it lacked a kinda closure you tend to get from finishing a book or story. That certain satisfaction that you feel like you came away with something, anything at all, after the experience.

I want some more Discworld dammit, where am I going to borrow the rest of the series from? Hmmm…

God dammit I’m so restless, this is the point where I’d pick up the phone, ring David and ask him what he was up to, and whether he wanted to go to the pub or something. Though unfortunately I’m still in mild isolation, and even if David has already had pox, he works in a school, I don’t want to casually cause a pox epidemic there.

Looks like an evening of more scrubs and me then.