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I'm generally kind of a hermit by nature, but as soon as conditions are such that it's "unsafe" to go outside - say, it gets slightly chilly and a town that's totally unprepared for anything but the sun touching down receives a light glazing of winter ice, shutting the entire urban infrastructure all the way down - I get a sudden attack of cabin fever and feel the urge to flee my warm screen and ... I dunno. Do something. Out there. I'm sure there's stuff to do out there, but I've got no call to go do it at the moment. Maybe I should make a little pilgrimage to the Drafthouse down here and see if there's anything worth watching tonight. I'm not sure if I've still got the allergies, or if I've picked up a low-grade cold or something, but whatever it is, just sitting around here isn't doing me any good.
(January 17, 2007 12:11 PM)