A Short Description

Ahhh the nothingness of summer. It's sweet aroma of boredom lingers in the air over my bed each morning I wake. Like De Ja Vous (sp) I convert my routine into a dream. Will this blissful floating through life end any time soon? Will I be jerked into the land of The Real with a harsh noose of spikes? I hope not, as I wonder how many days have passed in this exact fashion, doing the exact same thing over and over...Sweet nothing.

Mom plops on my bed around 2 today and I notice the door is slightly closed behind her. IS this my end? My Sweet Nothingness will die in ten. Alas, I ask timidly, "Can I help you?" Yes, Mother welcome to my store. Please no stealing. She simply states: "I'm bored!"

Mom? Bored? Our roles are switched. I list off things she could occupy herself with doing, much as she does to me when she catches me following her around the house absentmindedly. Then I hear her on the phone in the other room talking to her own mom. Oh no, is she telling her she's bored? Strange how we are...And then an hour later they pack an over night bag and are off to my grandparents house. Crazy

yeah, and now this fizzles out. Adam made his site really cool. I was mucho impressed. Makes me feel like revamping my own. But of course I'm always in a state of revamp...yar hardy har.

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