Is it possible for a vacation to be too fun for one’s own good? It’s not like our recent trip was cram-packed with thrills and adventure every second of the day (and in fact quite a bit of it was just spent lounging around), but coming back to the real world has filled me with the most immense boredom (can boredom be immense? I’m too bored to check on that). Everything is just so… eh. I need something spectacular right about now to save me from this ennui.
Oh wait; what’s this?
Well, I’ll be.