The boy person has evacuated our abode for over 96 hours in an attempt to play as much golf and burn as much exposed skin as possible.

I have become unbelieveably bored in this time, as I've done everything there is to do: Laundry, dishes, reorganization of the cd rack. I wrote a book. I stared forlornly out the window. I rented bad Jason Statham movies. I read a bunch of old books (then I reorganized them.)

I seriously considered baking something. Then I seriously considered writing a screenplay about a dude. I sent approximately ten bajillion text messages. I got interviewed for this thing.

Anyone have any suggestions?