I think this isolation is getting under my skin. I'm bored. I'm not a party animal but it's Halloween for God's sake and I wanna have some fun! When this damned virus is defeated I'll go to some raucous night club and dance and jump and scream until my vocal cords give up. And for now I'm sick of being home all the fucking time. Working, reading, painting, watching TV-shows, playing with the cat, working, reading, painting... I'm getting all moody and pathetic, thinking and rethinking all the same things, craving for old friends and old times, the old me...