I am sure it’s exhausting…
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Yet another post that begins with the phrase, “Another boring day…”
Story of my life.
It is Saturday night, yet here I sit all alone flipping through the same five channels with escalating hopelessness. There’s only poker and infomercials, neither of which interest me. I’ve lost all of my stamina for finding something to do, so instead I just sit here feeling idle and listless, almost lifeless. I feel like every ounce of my personality is being sapped out by boredom and dissatisfaction. I’m so unhappy that I can’t feel positive about anything anymore.
But, I am not going to complain, I am done with complaining.
Even if there’s nothing to eat!
I want… cheese pizza with extra cheese. I want french fries and cheese sticks and a… Chick-Fil-A sandwich with mayo! Or maybe a roast beef sandwich with mayo. Mmmm. I’m killing myself right now just thinking about it! I went through the fridge and cabinets and absolutely nothing appealed to me; perhaps another sign of my growing discontent. Those foods just aren’t good enough for me anymore.
At least Absolute Boyfriend Episode 9 has been subbed and is out. That gives me something to do, at least for an hour. Then maybe after that, I’ll read.
Someone! Give me a new hobby. What’s something fun to take up that someone with a very poor attention span and even less money can do? I have no sewing skills, I can’t draw, I don’t have the money to refine my cooking skills… I am at a loss. It’s the same old routine and it’s killing me.