House Arrest

I'm having another bout of self-imposed house arrest. I could count the number hours I've gone out for this past week:

Monday - 3 hours (the time we spent at the airport and the flight back home)
Tuesday - 1.5 hours (we voted for about 20minutes and visited Lola's house)
Wednesday - Saturday - I didn't go out (well, except for that 2 minute walk outside our house)
Sunday - 2 hours (attended Mass)

So that's a grand total of  six and a half hours that I've been outside our house for the past seven days. Le sigh. I just don't feel like going out. It's been raining every other hour and it makes me want to stay inside all the more. And I don't want to go anywhere without a car. Makes me wish I took driving lessons before. Haha. But I guess that's just the spoiled brat in me talking. I still don't feel like driving a car anytime soon.

Anyway... we'd be staying at the cemetery overnight tomorrow so I'm going to disappear for two days. Well, a day at most. Haha. I want to go home straight away. Not in the mood for another beach day, meh. I'm starting to think I'm a vampire who hates the sun. Oh ho ho.

Whatever, I'm so random I don't even make sense anymore.