its that time of year for the time of your (insert profound here)

i'm tired of the talk. tired of the idle conversations that surround me. tired. so tired. weary even. i don't know what i want all i know is that i don't want to talk to anyone. been a week since i've really seen the roomates. they live above me you know. i'm in my hole. i like it there. looking to block out the light soon. soon a cave. is that metaphorical for my state? probably. ask me if i care. you'll get no response and if you are lucky maybe a blank stare. let's start a fire. a real one an imaginative one. if i push a button my fireplace comes on. pretty easy to start fire. probably would make a caveman explode. better not start a fire. caveman is impossible to get out of the carpet.