Being home is kind of cool sometimes, but I think overall, the boredom outweighs the benefits of free food and beer.

I couldn’t wait to drive home today, but when I arrived I realized how I didn’t have anything to do. Fast forward a few hours, and while I am full, I realize how dull it is here. I have a plane flight early in the morning, so I can’t really go out. I suppose I could go out, get home at like five and then make my way to the airport drunk. Or I could just be lame and blog about how lame my life is.

I’m looking forward to getting to St. Louis tomorrow, but I feel like the whole trip is rushed. This whole summer has been rushed. At this point I just want it to end.