Hi, I'm Andi, and I'm a hermit.
I've reached new levels of hermitude, kids. I should start growing my long white beard and coif immediately. My robes are on backorder, and my walking stick got delayed in customs.
I dunno what's wrong with me.
Oh, wait, yes I do. I want desperately to get a place of my own and a job that isn't this one. Right!
Anywho, I find that I'm praying for snow to avoid committments like baby showers and anything else that involves human contact (incidentally, we got some snow but it didn't mess up the roads). I'd really just kinda like to stay in bed and watch Take Home Chef and What Not to Wear 23 hours a day. No offense to all the friends I've been neglecting. It's not you, it's most definitely me.