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Thursday, February 6th, 2003
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4:43p - i'm bored. episode one bored.
i've only been at work two hours and i am already bored. how the fuck is that possible? let me answer my own rhetorical question: this early morning boredom was made possible by a grant from the i'm all sick and stuff so i slept too long and pumped myself full of antihistimines and am now impossibly alert foundation. so not only do i have nothing to do and no prospects of anything to do my mind is moving at 85 miles an hour, i'm all fidgety and it's really fucking bright in here, god! it's like they ran out of flourescent lighting and decided to go nuclear.
this is how bored i am: i was too twitchy for cnn.om, wsj.com, salon.com and reuters.com and i kind of killed my buzz on realultimatepower.net, so i decided to look up friends quotes and you know what? that show is fucking hilarious--but only by grace of the actor's delivery. all the lines i read that i'd already heard were funny as shit--but the lines from the episodes i hadn't seen and therefore could not 'hear' were dumb. and i'm sure that you all care, but this is how bored i am.
how ridiculous is that? does it ever strike you how bourgie it is to actually complain about boredom? oh, i know that at this moment i'm surrounded by people, information systems, encyclopedias, food, hell, we've even got a couple of tv rooms--but i still have the gall to bitch about having nothing to do. gee, i'm not getting enough mental stimlulation--the end of the world is nigh! man. jd salinger made a killing writing books about whiny spoiled brats like me.
one of you guys write a novel about me. i'm going back to being bored.
"boy, your parents never gave you a chance, did they?
current music: buffy the musical
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