Boredom Strikes Again

I guess boredom is a disease that cannot be resolved with a change of scene. I am in Saratoga Springs, lethargic as a beached whale and hotter than Satans ball sack, and I still find myself wanting something else. I was expecting to see more of my friends, but they (unlike me) secured jobs for the summer and are working. The ones that don't work are taking classes, leaving me with a lot of waiting time in between. 

I have no plans as of yet, which is sad because I thought this trip would be more entertaining. I guess summer fun is for people that are either rich enough to pay for classes or lucky enough to secure short term employment. I wish I had had the foresight to have seen Bill Clinton fucking up my summer plans (see A Brief Introduction to the Craziness that is me). Peace out bitches, theres only so much moping I can take, even from myself.