The Waiting Game
It’s long and monotonous. Waiting, I mean.
Come three o'clock Saturday morning, I will be setting out with the rest of my family in a mini-van bound for the Outer Banks, North Carolina.
My summer thus far has been crappy, as well as quite boring. So I have been waiting in a patient manner for the chance to get third-degree burns on a southern coastline.
But no that it is so close, waiting is so much harder.
I suppose that I'll just have to console myself by trying to find sunscreen with an SPF of 126, the kind for albinos.
Come three o'clock Saturday morning, I will be setting out with the rest of my family in a mini-van bound for the Outer Banks, North Carolina.
My summer thus far has been crappy, as well as quite boring. So I have been waiting in a patient manner for the chance to get third-degree burns on a southern coastline.
But no that it is so close, waiting is so much harder.
I suppose that I'll just have to console myself by trying to find sunscreen with an SPF of 126, the kind for albinos.
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