Hey there, Explosive. How's it going?
Not well. Extraordinarily tired and want to go home.
Why? What are you going to do at home?
Well, see, that's the problem. When I get home, I really don't have anything to do either.
You should get a hobby.
Yeah, but if I get into a hobby, then when I am busy I will feel bad because I am neglecting it. I am just stuck in the rut of summer.
Oh man, summer vacation is awesome!
Yeah, if you are 12. Once you get past a certain age, summer vacation just plain sucks. I even remember as a kid thinking how bored I would get the last few weeks of summer vacation.
So, you wanted to go back to school?
Oh, hell no. But I didn't want to be bored.
I hear you are going to Incredible Pizza tonight.
Oh yeah? How did you hear that?
Aw, crap. Are you stalking me again on Facebook?
Stalking is such a harsh word. I prefer to call it "following".
Well, stay out of my twitter feed.
Too late. I already put a link to it in the sidebar. Now everyone knows that you are driving home from work.
I don't put stuff like that on Twitter. My stuff is compelling, and interesting.
Oh, right. Like your update about Weird Al's new song. That is really exciting.
Shut up, blog. I will shut you down faster than...something that is really fast. Like a road-runner, or some shit.
Whatever. Don't you have to update your status somewhere?