Gives me Fever

cabin fever  (n) -a state characterized by anxiety, restlessness, and boredom, arising from a prolonged stay in a remote or confined place.

Last night I went to WalMart at 10pm. We still didn't have Halloween candy, so it seemed a good time to go. I wandered the aisles for 20 minutes. I didn't want to go home. I've been home a lot.

Now, not having a car and being home has its perks. My house is cleaner (not much, but some.) And, with National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) looming, I have plenty of time to write. And, I'm all caught up on Downton Abby.

There are problems with being home, though. Not the least of which is--it's getting colder. Which means I can't leave the windows open. So, I breathe all this stale air. Air filled with dust and skin cells and many, many kid-germs. *cough-cough*

I'm thinking it's the stale air that drove artists crazy. You know, staying inside their studio, breathing in sculpting dust, or paint fumes, or White-Out fumes. White-Out. I could never have been a writer back in that day.

click-clack-click-clack
It was a dark and stormy nighr  
Crap.
*backspace*  Where's the white out? *dab,dab Blow gently.*
 Is it dry?
click
It was a dark and stormy nighr
Damn!

Typewriters, or worse, pen and paper. Those things alone would have given me fits. Add in the stale air. Legends would have been told about Julie the crazy writer. It still could happen. We'll see how sane I am on November 30.