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Alone in the house with Thanksgiving leftovers is very bad. Oh shame spiral, welcome back...

I did all the cleaning things I can handle. My nose is full of dust. My belly is full of... um... pie. Yes, pie. I'm getting stir-crazy from my self-imposed imprisonment.

I have a vague plan sketched out in my head. I rise from the couch. I shower, dress. I walk to the mall. It is, according to Mapquest, 1.19 miles. That would be good exercise to counteract the pie. I see a movie at the mall. I walk home, pack an overnight bag, go to my parents' apartment to pick up the mail and feed the cats. Or maybe I'll do that part tomorrow; I haven't decided yet.

This is a good plan. Can I do this?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:03 PM | shower me with attention