Today was my first full day back in the office, after a week off. It didn't take long before I was pacing up and down, like poor Mercedes the Polar Bear in her cage at Edinburgh Zoo. Trapped in tedious isolation. Going steadily insane. It's not good.
My escape plans haven't come to fruition. I think I just need to try harder. No-one is going to come and save me, that's for sure. I'm trying to be productive though. Maybe less so at work, but more so on QA, and writing, and looking for opportunities.
I'm feeling highly unsociable though. My house mates are downstairs in the living room but I haven't really talked to them for days now. It's not that I don't like them, I do, they're cool. I just don't have the will really. Hiding in my room seems like a much more attractive option. I'm not sure I'd leave this room if I didn't have to go to work.
I don't feel depressed. Just lost. Apathetic. Fed up. Lonely.
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