Boredom

This summer drags on and on. I usually enjoy the first month of summer and by mid-July I run out of patience. I've tried to occupy my days. I write, I play video games, I blog stalk everyone, I make new dishes from recipes I find online, I read, I get bored thinking of the things I could do to pass time. I clean and do yard work until I'm sick of doing that. I debate the merits of organizing my room and my life. I make plans and goals and do nothing to achieve them.

Can you feel my boredom? Isn't it tangible. Any ideas? I have another month of this. Save me from myself.