I laid down. Now, I regret the nap, because I feel...
“Cooped up in my house”
...without a car, and living 20 minutes deep into a residential zone, I feel suffocated by suburbia - like I’m cut off for the evening from friends and merriment, from variety through eating out.
I want to be distracted. I want to enjoy the evening. Instead, I have electronics or chores.
First-world problems...
I saw a great video about how we’ve become enslaved to our electronics, but then, it became a commercial for an electronic writing pad. My sense of betrayal was rather rough...
I feel like I’m pounding on my high chair, demanding that someone whisk me away tonight. I feel that my boredom is trying to kill me.