Well, it's christmas. Or whatever we should call the special day after the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere. It's sunny outside, and I really should be out there.
   I don't know how I've got to solitary confinement again, but I have. More than anything I detest isolation...that's not true. I detest confinement most.

    There is a beach just a couple hundred feet from me right now. And I will go out to it.
 And I will want to run it, and I will hear my yoga teacher's voice in my head that running is a terrible sin that will injure me. And I will wish there weren't so many houses.
  Fuck the houses.
Fuck the judgements.
  It's Christmas.