I am so bored. Totally bored. Completely bored. Losing my mind bored. Claustrophobic bored. Shoot me bored. Screaming bored. I guess I’ll go to bed now bored.
I guess I could watch some Netflix or read a book, but like, I am just not in the mood. Plus, I’m just used to being on the go. I mean, sitting here in my apartment by myself is something I just don’t do anymore, right.
It’s not like I don’t have things to do. I still need to fill out the forms for my new job benefits. I could be doing laundry. There’s a baby shower I’m helping to throw. There’s a wedding coming up that I’m in. I’m going on a road trip next week. I have a pirate party to go tomorrow. There’s some dishes in the sink. So, there’s stuff I could be doing and preparing for.
But I’d rather somebody call me and say, “Come hang out with us.”
And at the same time, I’m exhausted.
Maybe I should just put on a Netflix and fall asleep.
What I really should stop doing is messing around on the Intertubes. PeggyLu!!! Put down the MacBook, and back away slowly.
I think boredom is giving me heartburn.