loving solitude to a point, rather than being with other people is the bane of my routine. oversleeping is de rigeur while the hours after waking up are spent trawling rubbish in the internet or keeping glued to Glee recordings. in socializing or shopping, at least i'd be walking, it becomes my cardio. but basking in the alone time is my joy. stress is virtually non-existent. what ruins the moment is the amount of housework involved in staying home and that sucks. if it's only myself, i'm fine. but i have to pick up the slack for the hubby, obsessive- compulsive, annoying me.
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