People,

After a three day hibernation where my only intellectual sustinence was Cable TV, and my only nutrition came from candy and Diet Coke, I write to you as a broken man.

I often wonder when I stand there peeing how long I could live in just a bathroom or similar small enclosed space without going absolutely "stab the neighbors, try to return pineapples to the video store" crazy. I usually think I could hold out for a while, but people, I'm wrong.

Three days of confinement in a large apartment and I was starting to relate to Nicholson in The Shining, culminating in the point last night where I was screaming and dancing in the kitchen, debating which things I wanted to set on fire.

It wasn't pretty.