Friday, August 9, 2013

Day 11: On Wasted Metaphors And Personal Lackadaise (That's a word, I swear it.)

(Two posts today, don't miss day 10!)

(Unless you want to. I wouldn't really blame you.)

BEHOLD!

I slept in 'til 10. It was glorious. I still look like a wreck but at least I don't FEEL like the north end of a south-bound camel. Kudos to dad for that one.

(If you didn't get it, don't think too hard about it.)

Today was another one of them "do nothing" days. I like them. Very fun. 

To be honest, we did do *something* we went swimming.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOOD JOKE, RIGHT??!?

No, we really did go swimming. More accurately, every one else went swimming and I enjoyed the shade and free wi-fi. America. Why do physically active things when I can just PRETEND I did physically active things! I mean really. If I say I climbed a mountain, everyone believes me, whether or not I actually did. 

Don't know where I was going with that. Probably some fantastic metaphor for society's slow, cruel, destruction of the human experience. Oh well. Short term memory loss. It's a

And then after swimming we went back home, where I sat. And sat. And sat. And basically did diddly-squat (haha that's a funny word) for three hours.

Woo.

If all goes well, tonight will be our last night here, and we'll be on our way home tomorrow (CAN IT BE???), but chances are, with Jonathan still being sick and all, we might end up staying longer. Just my luck.

Love my family though I do, I love my bed more.

Sad but true.

I'm coming for you, bed!

Live long and prosper.

-Ben

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