Sunday afternoon I saw the movie Cherish. In it, Robin Tunney is under
house arrest awaiting trail for vehicular homicide. She gets an electronic
bracelet strapped on her ankle and then the wackiness ensues.

When I woke up Monday morning I realized I too am currently under house
arrest. When I filed my claim for the car accident, I was informed car
rentals are not a part of my coverage. Oddly enough, if my car was stolen
I'd get one, however not if it's damaged. Yet another perk of being hit by
an uninsured motorist. So, now I am carless.

Since Sunday afternoon, I haven't left my apartment other than to retrieve mail,
go to the laundry room, etc. Fortunately I can telecommute from home so
I'm not missing work.

Not only am I home bound, I am also home alone. The Roommate is out of
town and the Cat is growing tired of me. He's been spending most of his day hiding
under the bed.

To keep the onset of Cabin Fever at bay, I've been doing the following:

• Meticulously
  arranging my CDs by genre, then alphabetically.
  
  


• Carefully
  hiding CDs I'm embarrassed
  to own in a shoebox in the back of my closet: Athenaeum, Evan and
  Jaron, Spin Doctors, Queer As Folk (British Series) soundtrack, etc.
  
  


• Cleaning
  out the spice cabinet. (Why do I have so many spices they warrant
  their own cabinet? No one here cooks.)


• Staring
  contest with the Cat. I won.
  
  


• Reorganizing
  meticulously arranged CDs by mood: Angry (Paula Cole), Sad (Patsy Cline),
  Gloomy (Lucinda Williams), Silly (eddie from ohio), etc.
  
  


• Interpretive
  dance.
  
  


• Cleaning
  the apartment. At this rate my apartment should be restored to it's
  original condition by the time my car is out of the shop.
  
  


• Renaissance
  Sock Puppet Theater. Current production: The Two Gentleman of Verona.
  
  


• Making
  lists.