I don't get out much. If and when I do go out I enjoy myself 95% of the time. Why don't I get out? Agoraphobia. Can't get out the door on my own... once I've passed the threshold I'm fine, like a reverse Vampire. If I'm with someone I can do anything, literally. I could battle dragons! But dragons *probably* aren't real and I wouldn't want to hurt them anyway. But while I'm stuck here alone I've got my laptop, some paint and a paintbrush, snacks, and most importantly: my cat Snufkin. Other than that I talk to my mum and long distance friend and that's not quite enough so I'm looking for a friend. Yes, just a friend. I like to think I am someone worth being a friend at. Please, friend in my general direction and you will have such a courteous receipt that your socks will fall off. But that's fine because your socks aren't Harry Potter themed like mine so we shan't miss them. I hope to hear from you. Tatty-Bye!