On one's own accord

I have been a very willing and well-fed prisoner of my own room for the past few days. There are even times where my self-justifications for stepping out of that space fall only within the category of bodily functions. But of course, that's before the (fortunate) intervention of rationality and friends. If this unhealthy lack of movement doesn't reverse itself, I can be prepared to be a prisoner of many things else when the new semester begins.

In hindsight, the predisposition for anyone to be stationary is really quite worrying. Ha ha ha.