I’m bored. I’m at Carl’s house, and we are doing nothing. Well, he’s asleep. But, I’ve been here since Thursday, and we have left the house three times. Once was going to Kroger’s. The other two were to get his last cheque from Smoothie King and to see my friend Livia. That means that of the last 58 hours, 52 hours were spent just sort of laying about the house. Make that 50 hours; we had sex twice.
I guess it’s good that we don’t have places that we have to be and things that we have to do. But I’m bored. And this is a rather common occurance here, since niether of us is creative and both of us are broke.
So, what do you guys do when you are bored, broke, and desperate to get out of the house? Maybe I won’t have to be so bored next time.
Killed a man with no hands. . .