one boring night

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One Boring Night I was alone. I was completely alone, but who wants to ride in a car for five hours just so they can catch four inch fish at 2:00 in the morning. Apparently everyone in my family except me. That was by choice. And along with that. I was conveniently located 20 miles outside of Eau Claire at my current place of residence. Not by choice. I knew what all my friends were doing. It was spring break. They were out, they were having fun, they were doing everything I wanted to do, and they were not with me. I was messing around with pictures in a Photoshop program, and they weren’t even my pictures. I had to do something about my current situation. I had to take action. I had to move now. So I gathered all of my strength, all of my energy, I picked myself up. I walked over to the door and stared. “What am I doing? Where am I going? How the hell am I going to get there?” there was no car. They took it with them how could I have forgotten. I was stuck. I was stuck in a huge house all alone. I was completely alone, but who wants to ride in a car for five hours just so they can catch four inch fish at 2:00 in the morning. Now I wish I did. It’s amazing the things people will do when they’re bored. They’ll talk to themselves, sing to themselves, a dog will even chase its own tail. I never had one of those. It would’ve made a lot of things a lot more interesting. Anyway, when one sings to oneself they will usually sing songs they know, but eventually they run out of songs. At which point they simply sing. This involuntary induced vocalization is referred to as “scat singing” where words simply fly, flutter, and flail from the vocal chords. Unfortunately the mind now extremely bored becomes easily susceptible to this kind of entertainment. This new found sense of enjoyment excites the audible sensory system in your brain which in turn forces your

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