Well, I am officially bored for the summer. Most people look forward to summer vacation. Some look forward to school. I look forward at neither. I tend not to look forward. I look at my feet. They're very interesting things, you know? They make little plop-plop noises as I trudge barefooted across the wood panelled floor, throwing my weight on each one in turn, causing the plastic wine-glasses in the hutch to rattle.

Does it sound like I'm bored yet?

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Now it does!