Bored. Soooo bored.

And soooo procrastinating. I couldn't help but open up Internet Explorer one more time, to read anything online rather than work, and popped over to Tomato Nation. What should Sars' latest essay be about but procrastination, heh. What timing. Though the end of the essay is just painful: "Find something to write about besides 1) how it's so hot that 2) I can't write anything." Oh, to be hot. It's a long-ago dream, fading away with each passing fall-like day. Yet another Dutch summer sitting around waiting for the actual summer. And in the meantime back in Portland it's in the 90s, and not meant to be below 80 for awhile. It's so cruel.

In other news, I've won over O's protests that he doesn't like playing games (except for those times that we, you know, played games, which somehow was the exception to the rule) by getting him hooked on one of the card games I bought in the States. It's a very silly game where the players are all roommates and must deal with the rude people their roommates bring over, try and have fun despite a lousy job and no income, and occasionally try to get some sleep. We've played it about 5-6 times in two days, heh. And we still have two other games to try out...