But here it is again, eight in the evening, and I'm wandering the house in search of something that won't bore me to tears. I don't want to sit and watch or read anything. I don't want to venture outside because it's still almost 100F out there at 8:15pm. And Alex and Craig have been glued to their computers for the past twenty-four hours for the most part, playing Minecraft and World of Tanks. Neither of which I play.
Bored, bored, boredy mcbored.