I stare into the flat and yet cavernous abyss of my laptop screen. I have two months of free time ahead of me. I should be joyful. Elated. Instead I am weighed down by fear … of boredom. That’s right. I’m afraid of having nothing to do. Don’t get me wrong, lazing around all day really is my thing. It’s all I did for a quarter of a year. It’s creeping into my routine this past week or so as well. But I feel like I have so much more to me. I’m probably wrong, but I’m going to take a shot at doing something useful. So I write.
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