Why is it - when you're bored, you can't think of a single thing to do; when you're having fun, you can think of hundreds of other things to do? Obviously - I'm bored right now. It's a Friday night - I'm vegging in front of my computer in my small hometown of Missoula, Montana - sipping my tongue tantalizing beer (cleverly named Moose Drool), and I honestly can't really think of much else to do. You would think that someone who, at 25, has a month off of any serious obligations or duties, would be able to think of a million things to occupy time and stimulate senses. I'm void of inspiration for the moment. Dull, passionless blob. I'm in desperate need of a demiurgic soul. I'll just drink enough to make myself seem interesting - then I won't be dull - at least to myself. Bottoms up!