In the Boredest Hour

Four posts in one day?

No, I will set this to post tomorrow.

It is Monday night. I am bored. A lot.

I have become quite good at rolling tobacco in pages from the phone book.

This is as painful as it sounds, and was suggested to me by Shelby. I tried this the first time last Thursday. Friday morning I said to Sarah: "I did something really gross last night and now my throat hurts. ...It was Shelby's idea!"

As I recall, she nodded slowly, said "Yes. That's very nice," and didn't speak to me for the rest of the morning.


Tomorrow, THANK GOD, is Pay Day. I am very excited for this.

In fact the rest of the week looks to be filled with promises of excitement, possibly adventure, maybe even entertainment!

Tomorrow Aimee Mann is playing at the halfshell. Everyone who is a girl is thrilled. Today at lunch we discovered $4 bottles of wine at the convenience store. Now, I am also thrilled.

Pay Day. I owe money to at least 2 of the bars in town; quite a lot to one of them. I told this to Thomas, who was unaware that it was even possible to do such things in 2008. He then accused me of infecting Roseburg with my East Coast ways.

I sighed and thought, "If only."