Damn You, Three Day Weekend

Oh hell of hells. I'm not particularly fond of idle time. So imagine my dismay to find that when the summer gloom seems to be leaving my midsts that I am thrown into a three day weekend. It should be aforementioned that I am not a work-a-holic, I am not even a school-a-holic--though some may argue against those truths. I simply despise boredom, for with boredom is attached such devils as idleness, sloth, and inevitably mischief. Is that why I find myself here? Strikingly no. I'm not much for mischief. At least not currently. I'm sure I could conjure up my fair share when the time is right. I am here for the only cure for said boredom: I am here to find purpose. Where else is there to find purpose except the ubiquitous presence of the internet?

Ahh, Point Isabel. I won't lie, the first time I actually visited this wonderful bay area oasis was last night. It was a cool evening, the waves were rather rough against the shoreline, but no one seemed to mind--dogs and humans alike. Despite the industry that has spouted up around it, Point Isabel still retains her integrity. She stands against the development knocking on her doorstep. For the first time since I can remember, I didn't feel a need to rush my walk. I was simply contented with a slower pace, all wants and needs leaving my mind to make way for a more idyllic fantasy. Next time I must take a dog. I wonder if you can rent dogs....