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unavoidedcrisis
Fuck hyperbole.
There is not one single thing to do. I am almost literally going crazy with boredom.
Me and Tarantulus [Tarantulus and I] are going fucking nuts. We watched NCIS, but after a while, my eyes started to go blurry so I'm not watching any more tv. My mp3 player doesn't work, Mom's cd player that I borrowed is out of batteries. I have no books to read, I have no readings to read [how the hell did I catch up?], I can't sleep [I slept all the way from Union Station to damn near Bracebridge and I've had a few too many cups of coffee] and I can't think of anything to write. I got a papercut while playing solitaire and Tarantulus kept pointing out all my mistakes, so that's really lost it's luster for me too. I knitted until my wrists hurt.
Tarantulus and I went for a walk, but there's nothing doing outside either. I was wondering if the lit-up apartments actually have people in them. I heard someone in the laundry room...
There was a girl [Gemma?] at the front desk, but when I decideed to go and talk to her, she'd already left.
I need to take up a hobby or a vice. Smoking and drinking and kicking pupppies would give me tons of stuff to do.
There is not one single thing to do. I am almost literally going crazy with boredom.
Me and Tarantulus [Tarantulus and I] are going fucking nuts. We watched NCIS, but after a while, my eyes started to go blurry so I'm not watching any more tv. My mp3 player doesn't work, Mom's cd player that I borrowed is out of batteries. I have no books to read, I have no readings to read [how the hell did I catch up?], I can't sleep [I slept all the way from Union Station to damn near Bracebridge and I've had a few too many cups of coffee] and I can't think of anything to write. I got a papercut while playing solitaire and Tarantulus kept pointing out all my mistakes, so that's really lost it's luster for me too. I knitted until my wrists hurt.
Tarantulus and I went for a walk, but there's nothing doing outside either. I was wondering if the lit-up apartments actually have people in them. I heard someone in the laundry room...
There was a girl [Gemma?] at the front desk, but when I decideed to go and talk to her, she'd already left.
I need to take up a hobby or a vice. Smoking and drinking and kicking pupppies would give me tons of stuff to do.