I am bored.

I sit here in my dark room, curtain drawn open (and window closed; it's cold outside) on a perfectly fine summer night. Simply put, I don't know what to do with myself. I've already played piano for a bit, already read a bit of HP #2. What do people DO?! I have no idea.

This morning was eventful; I had to get up early to meet with a lawyer because I'm being sued for a ridiculous accident that happened TWO YEARS ago. After I met with him I did random things like clean my room and go running and take a shower and get ready for work. And then I went to work. Today we had the fewest number of participants we had all summer -- 16! Although the city would like us to be at maximum capacity (36), having a staff to kid ratio of less than 6 is SO NICE. Today was actually pretty fun. We played red rover, which reminded me of elementary school, and made a silly putty type thing (we called it "goo"... because it's Ooey Gooey week) for arts and crafts. I also taught some of the kids how to make an origami box thing, which was sort of fail for some of the kids. Oh well. It was a pleasant day. And eventually, it was over!

And I came home and did NOTHING. I don't understand how these things work. I don't understand where my time goes. I don't get home until around 5:45, but I still have the entire evening! I'm even tempted to text friends, but I don't even know what we would do. It's pretty late, so any attempt to hang out with someone seems kind of pointless. And I wouldn't know what to do.

This blog post is so pointless, but it killed time, so I'm okay with it.