only if you could throw letters.

with the new year comes hope or so they say. 2009 was not a "bad year" to say the least. it just was not much of anything. a blur of pacing the house and fearing the door and its bell. i cured half of that by removing said bell. knocking i have learned to ignore knowing that the lighter rap of a solicitors fist is not as startling. i cant hear it from my back rooms anyway.
no sir i do not wish to subscribe to comcast but i admire the guts it takes to ask me as much. sorry sir i already have insulation in my attic. you can tell the power company thank you but no, i have to tell you your nose is running but i have no tissues for you. yes sir i do know my house is sided in asbestos but i do not want to pay you 16,000 dollars american to wrap it in plastic.
agoraphobia im told is a very respectable life style, especially in the cold months. to the sociable few would call this a sad advance of mental illness, i call it waiting out the storm.