Man.

I really hate this.

This awful cooped-up feeling.

Like I haven't left the house in days, when really, I only came on at four. I feel like running out into the street and
dancing like a lunatic.

I really hate this.

It makes me want to cry.

Which is really lame. Crying because I'm not outside.

I wish I lived in the country. Or a village. I could go out into my huge back garden and just walk about for a bit. Just walk about and sing and talk to myself, or make a video out of it.

Just get out of this godforsaken house that I never get to leave.

This is actually depressing me.

- Spud