One-Man Party

i'm hanging out in my house having a one-man party, listening to don nelson and eating chips with french onion dip, watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind with popcorn bowl in hand.
it's lonely during the day, but i make do. come on, gotta have some fun, right?
right.
and i'm freezing.

i'm cold.
i'm listening to mellow music.
i'm wearing a sweater and two layers of socks.
i'm writing random things to keep myself occupied.
why random? i don't know. i just feel like writing.
there's not much really to say. nothing's happened.