I have been alone in my apartment.
It wasn't scary, I mean.
And it's pretty common.
But this weekend, it was a bit comical.
Well first of all, I took my mother's advice to not leave the apartment
Second, I don't think I've changed much.
And probably smell, even though I have taken like 7 showers.
Third, I've been singing really loud and dancing (carefully and not too extreme) to Christmas music.
Fourth, I only leave my bedroom (hopping or dancing) to use the bathroom, or make myself some chicken noodle soup.
Fifth, I have no idea what I did to occupy my time. Because here I am, Sunday night, living in a messy room, realizing that I haven't finished any of my lesson plans, reading responses, or scanning of student work. I mean, I know I watched a couple of movies, took a couple of naps, read a little bit, but seriously?.
And really, because two whole days confined to a small space secluded from the world would make anyone act comical. . .