Dog days of summer

So, its happened. I knew it for sure when I heard myself singing Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood in Nina Simone's register.

I'm bored. All my friends have real jobs now. Bob got his doctorate and has to have regular business hours. Liam isn't home. Lisa lives 2 hours away. I haven't seen Paul often enough to make demands on his time. Rich seems to be some kind of flake. Or, maybe he doesn't like me anymore. Gregg is globetrotting with his hot shot wife. Its just me. Alone. So I thought I'd keep a list of the riduculous things I do to pass the time.

First of these things is thinking. Some of the things I think about are:
Writing a letter to my grandmother
Sending my dad a card wishing him speedy recovery from his latest operation
Redoing my bedroom
Dying my hair blonde
Putting up a personals ad seeking friends who can commit to getting together once a month to talk about crap, and maybe eat barbeque

Other things I do:
Sing songs in the styles of artists I think are silly
Dance
Fantasize about skydiving from a hot air balloon
List things that annoy me. I think I'll compile them and post later
Wonder what his/her problem is
Wonder what the most regretted thing Charles Dickens (or others) ever did
Plan parties I'll never have-That's a good one. I will definately post that
Menu and shopping list planning
Find goofball songs and bands to listen to
Wonder what exactly a girl has to do to be a SuperFreak
Wonder, am I willing to do that? And, if so, under what circumstances?
What if boobs went up instead of down as we age?
Am I reading enough?
Do I have a backstory for my WOW alliance toon? I really hate my guild again.
Why, with all this time, do I still not have any friends?

Pennymaker Uncle Sometimes Me Mike Walter The Waitress The airport the swing fight
friends who mean well but are weak, friends who don't mean well at all
adoption by diplomats climate changes magic growing up formulas hidden in the snow
torture by the memory of water the red the blue the yellow
children drowning their parents as the parents push them forward but hinder them with tradition
the glorification of the past