I. Am. Bored.
And who gets to suffer from my boredom more than you, poor reader?
I can tell you that I own 174 movies. And I don't want to watch any of them.
I can tell you that the clock over our fireplace ticks forward 4 seconds, back one. Forward 4, back one.
Sick clock.
Sick, sick, evil, clock.
I can tell you that I get hungry at 7 a.m., 9 a.m., 10:30 a.m., 11 a.m., well, you get the idea.
I can tell you that I am exhausted, I have plenty of time to sleep, but I really don't want to. I want to ride a roller coaster. And eat a churro. And pee in a public bathroom. It's that serious.
I miss IKEA and pointless shopping.
I miss bending over and standing up without agonizing pain.
I miss...I miss...I miss.
And my husband misses the house fairy. I miss her too.
Kelly Down
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1 comment:
Wow. I'm at a loss of things to suggest you do that are fun. Because everything gets old after the third day you do them. :(
Do you like to draw? (not color, but draw!) That could mix things up.
And I totally agree; shopping online just isn't the same.
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