I have...A very esoteric combination of interests. By day, I'm an extrovert with the paraphernalia to do almost anything outdoors, including playing sports(especially tennis and horseback riding), painting, hiking, doing fitness, and pretending I have real friends. By night, however, the exuberant mask slips away, like a sudden transition from summer to winter, and I'm left with the lingering cobwebs of my public persona. Influenced by a feeling of inexplicable contrition, I transform into a stoat in my room, seeking refuge in darkness and books, listening to my endless music playlists, and shunning all Homo sapiens to achieve that high feeling of timeless tranquillity, which only seems to come to me when my only companions are my physics tomes and trusty science-fiction/detective novels.