I am a rock. I am an island.

In the morning, I go to work. For eight and a half hours I work in silence. In the evening, I come home. For five hours, I sit in silence.
The last incoming call on my phone was received one week ago. The last incoming call not from my mum was two weeks ago.
I've managed to become 75% solitary. The other 25%? Most of that I spend wishing I was alone.
Awesome. Now if I can just come up with a way to curb my hatred for the people I have to deal with daily (Or, failing that, at least not feel compelled to state how stupid I find them in a stage whisper that easily reaches the back row) and increase my chances of being around people I like life would be perfect.
No, it wouldn't. I'd come up with something else to bitch about.
Don't even get me started on the weeding process. It would bore you and piss me off. Just thinking about it pisses me off. So, I'll leave it at that.

Happy Hughsday. Tonight's episode: Plague on a Plane!