The luxury of boredom ?
so,
Here we are on a fine rainy Saturday.
So far I've managed to, get out of bed, take a shower, walk accross town to drop off a letter, do a load of laundry, make lunch, figure out the google changes to blogger (why?), and just in general faff about.
it's 4 in the afternoon and I am bored.
Don't get me wrong. There are things that could use doing. Crappy adult things : cleaning the bathroom, straightening the avalance on our desk, more laundry/ironing, grocery shopping......
There are books i could dive into, the new March Glamour magazine to devour, CDs that need to be burned, music to be put on my new I-Pod shuffle for when i work out......
(Fourtunately going to the gym is not at option now, it closes at 1:30 - but i shuffled that option under the rug this morning)
And then there are the truly grand projects that could be started: Weeding out the closet, vaccuming (the dog hair makes it monumentous), working on my new American Culture class for next year, getting back to learning Portugese verb conjugation, looking for a new couch on e-Bay, making a haircut appointment, thinking about what to have for dinner...........
So as I blog, and not say anything of true importance, or even consider starting on the path to some productivity - here's a way to sum it up:
I'm dead bored,
and not really enjoying it.
So, is this luxurious? is it decadent? is it irresponsible? is it wasteful?
choose anyone you like. i'm indifferent.
and bored.
But yet, absolutely refuse to watch TV. I Overdosed last night and this morning.
And now that I have nothing else to say - I'm going to go.....and .....do......I have no idea.