ALONE: (adjective) separated from others: ISOLATED

Disclaimer: If you are looking for something profound or deep, please discontinue your search (if you decide to continue reading.)

If you are still with me, you probably ended up on this page by clicking on a link that I posted to Facebook, so you may already be aware of everything you are about to read. Now that you have been forewarned of this repetitive possibility, you may want to consider discontinuing your search for something new and interesting. 

Lately my life has consisted of the following (if you have seen Requiem for a Dream, reference the lonely mother, minus the diet pill addiction): Wake up. COFFEE. COFFEE. COFFEE. Make coffee. Drink coffee. Facebook. Instagram. Make bed. Clean. Text. Text. Text. Facebook. Instagram. Read. Read. Read. Eat. Charge iPad. Paint nails. Music. Music. Podcast. Podcast. Text. Text. Text. Water urban garden. Express.com. Shower. Check mail. Television. Stretch. Text. Text. Phone call. Order delivery. Eat. Argue. Wine. Attempt to sleep. Move to couch. Modcloth.com. Chelsea Lately. Jimmy Fallon. Facebook. Instagram. ASOS.com. Read. Read. 3:00am. Melatonin. Benadryl. Sleep. Wake up. COFFEE. COFFEE. COFFEE.

That has been my life since March 12th, 2013. Throw in a couple of dinners out and the rare days Jeremy has off, only then is my repetitive routine switched up.

I broke my tibia January 2nd or 3rd 2013 and walked/worked on it for 3 months. People love to ask "Did it hurt?" To which I would love to reply "Of course it did, I BROKE MY DAMN LEG!" BUT my response is usually some explanation of how I was aware of every step I would took, there was extensive swelling of my knee joint for over a month, the stability of the joint was compromised, and I would have episodes of severe electrical-like-pain followed by a buckling of the joint . I was not in enough pain to cease my daily activities, although at the time of the incident it was the worst pain I have ever had in my life, but I still managed to ski down the rest of the mountain. Yes, I am a bad ass. (Or a psychopath who cannot feel pain.)

Point of this post: (I tend to get lost in my tangents, but an explanation to what lead up to my point, seems appropriate.) I have been spending A LOT of time alone. To the point that I prefer being alone, but I also feel that it is driving me insane as well. I have gained 12-13 pounds, due to forced inactivity. I go days without leaving the house or changing out of PJs. I communicate with others via text and Facebook. I see that boy (the one who's couch I have set up camp on) for 2 hours each night before he goes to bed. I feel like I hate socializing more than I used to. I have NOT had the time of my life. I AM looking forward to going back to work and getting my life back. 

That's all for now. (Typing this from my iPad, with a keyboard device.) Apparently my laptop is up and running!! :) Backstory: I cracked the screen, got a virus, took it too a repair shop-they deleted EVERYTHING and put on a hacked version of windows. Not cool. Tangent.