im finally starting to go stir-crazy since i was socially isolating before it was an essential part of american life since i was an ignorant fool and assumed the option to leave my home at will for stupid shit would be available to me at any time. its really the little things that you took for granted that start to eat at you. do i dare endanger the pizza man's life by forcing him to bring me a extra cheese for no reason other than hedonistic gluttony? i finally caved and bought a handle of despair fueled vodka after resisting the temptation for a full month and a half and the guy at the counter decided to execute his tight five on me, his captive audience.