Bored.
I've already cleaned downstairs, the fishtank, my room including all the bagged junk and detritus from under my bed and left over from campus, ordered my seeds for spring, made food, read, trolled around for interesting things online and looked at job postings. Nothing. I'm so damned bored. I started talking to myself and staring off into space and contemplating houseplants, then I moved on to researching said houseplants. At school, you have assignments, classes, people to occupy you, busy work, due dates, tests, challenges. At work it is pretty much the same. Home in-between these two? Nothing. Hateful nothing. A job needs to pan out before I climb the walls or paint the house pink, sculpt topiary hedges, build Langstroth beehives, become a horrible serial killer, take to learning an instrument, or something else ridiculous.
