In honor of two-way streets:
I haven't gone out in a few days. By choice and by situation. Let's call it Tonsilitus. Gross.
Stir-crazy, my mom calls it. Cabin fever. Ants in the Pants.
And here's the thing, it's only been three days.
What would I do were I so afflicted. . .
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