But I've been forcing myself to go to the movies. I like movies. I just don't like to go out to them. I'm doing it though because it's good for me. A little nighttime drive with the windows open and cool air blowing in. A person to talk to--"One, please." Popcorn. Other humans breathing in the dark.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Down with Agoraphobia
I hate to go out. I'm okay in the mornings, but when it gets hot and smoggy, I like to be finished with errands and business and be back home. And once I'm "in," I hate the thought of going out. My books are here. My laptop. The dogs. The cats. I have really good o.j. and an espresso maker. I have yummy sesame seed cookies I brought back from Greece. I can have cookies and a latte sit with the dogs and my laptop on my caramel colored leather sofa and not get up for hours. Why would I want to go out? I have writing to do and as long as I have eggs, goat cheese, apples and salad, I won't starve.