I am bored. It is a lovely day and I have finished everything I wanted to do. I've read several chapters in a somewhat interesting book. I've munched on pretzels, I have played computer games. I'm bored to tears.
Oh, there is alway something to do, that doesn't mean that I want to do that one thing. Don't want to and not going to.
I think I'll put on my walking shoes and take a spin around the apartments.
This is so odd as I almost never, ever get bored.
Okay, sunny lovely afternoon here I come.