Soltiary confinement

I can truly understand what the character played by Tom Hanks, on a marooned island felt. I haven't seen the movie, but the trailer easily unfolded the plot.
Here I am writing this post on a beautiful Sunday evening. Two days of not speaking to anyone is really tough on the mind. After all, for how long can one hold a book of Greek symbols ? I tried calling my Friend, but he is in a movie, and by the way he stays 500 km away. I called my mom, but she is not at home. So what do i do ?
I wasted the day trying to entertain myself in front of an LCD screen, but some how that didn't work. I am extremely bored. This is like a live telecast of the state of my mind, and thus the active narration. I remember reading a chapter about prisoners being kept in solitary confinement, during the days of the Raj, in the islands of Andaman and Nicobar. Man! That definitely is tough.
This happens every Weekend. I think some schizophrenia would help. At least I'll get the feel of a genius. :D
I shouldn't be poking fun of these mental ailments. I apologize! I don't think anyone is ever going to read this post, unless I tell them to. Even if they do, they may go through it cursorily. (Please don't read it as curiously during the cursory glance).
I can keep going on and on with this, but as i said it is unlikely that anyone would read, and why the hell should i care! it is my blog. I'll write a banal story loaded with crap or a thriller suspense loaded with more crap.
The moment i think, that that no one is going to read, i get the freedom to write, whatever i please.
Mundane things like my bike looks hot after the service, it still makes the rattling sound. I am looking forward for tomorrow, because I can go to office, not that, it is the most wonderful place. On the contrary it is totally opposite. I sit in a fish market, and the guys on top don't give a damn.
I got used to it by now. Well i guess i got to end this post. I'll post again, when I need respite from my solitary state.