Stir Crazy

I've been home alone house-sitting for about 3 days now, and I've already gotten restless. Really, really restless. I can't focus on anything - not even mindless vegging in front of the TV, which I have had more than enough of in the past few days. I can't bring myself to read one of the many books I have sitting in front of me for more than 20 minutes, I don't want to go anywhere and yet I do, I'm going nuts being alone and yet it's peaceful, and over it all hang the twin specters of my thesis topic (which needs refining) and the upcoming interviews. It's a very odd feeling when you've got everything to do yet can't think of anything to do.

It's gotten so bad that I actually went to the mall today for refuge. Refuge. At the mall.

There's only one solution to restlessness this bad, and it is a well-planned and very full day. Tonight: bed very early at 10. Early morning tomorrow, with a rare but very real sit-down breakfast that will include breads and coffee of some sort. Followed by another trip back to the mall to exchange the jeans I bought today. Followed by....

oh, crap.