All Work And No Play Makes Patwoman...

Well, you know. Dull.

I've been working so much lately, and working in an isolated environment--which, you know I don't mind. The introvert functions well in a no-talk zone. But, sometimes it's too much of a good thing, right?

I think I maybe have nothing interesting to say to anyone these days. I find myself--when someone talks to me--talking about the weirdest stuff. And I can't help it. I hear myself, but I don't seem to be able to stop. I might be developing some sort of mental malfunction.

Of course, I talk to the cats and the dog constantly. And to myself. And to inanimate objects. ("Ow, my toe. Who put you there, chair?")But I really thought I only did that while I was alone. However, I said something to R yesterday about not having anyone to talk to except the cats and he said, "Uh-huh. I've heard some of those conversations."

I should probably get out more.