Sunday night came the first instance in which I was called upon a questionable excuse for a lie. Although I had intense personal and spiritual evidence to give as for the reason I felt the need to tell the lie, it was a lie nonetheless and I am now suffering the consequences: a week bound to the house with no phone and (technically) no instant messenger. Everything seems askew right now. Perhaps it is just one of those stereotypical long weeks in which the tiniest misplaced hair catches my attention. Being housebound certainly doesnt help any, it only intensifies each annoyance. I feel as if I've been building this intricate dominoe structure, and every time I near completion, a minute mishap of a finger sets the entire thing off. This week just seems like nothing but a bunch of jumbled dominoes and a score of hopeless attempts of reconstruction. My privacy has dwindled as of lately. Perhaps it is not so much that it has dwindled, but rather that I have been spending much more time in my house and room than normal. As of a few minutes ago I felt as if spending one more second in this room of dirty floors, unfinished homework, cluttered desks, and unsteady people and sounds would lead to my complete obliteration. Upon further thought I have found the absolute perfect adjective to describe my current state: claustrophobic. The structure of my house-though much appreciated-is affecting me psychologically and I wish for nothing more than to escape into the comfort of both friends and solitude. I am uncomfortable. I do not know what to think of current situations of my life. I cannot sleep. I cannot focus. I have been recieving questionable vibes from significant people and friends in my life. What's more is the fact that I absolutely despise devoting entire entries to subjects such as this, as I am a firm believer in action, rather than dwelling. Come Sunday I will be spending all of my time away from my house.