from plain boredom to flatlining blah…
this is what happens to me when i have time on my hands. i open up a new blog. a new place to lay my damned self bare.
this idleness is getting into my system. slowly eating my innards and wasting me. i hate it.
yesterday while talking to a customer who compensated for his stupidity by being hilarious, i had a really strong urge to clean our house. i can just imagine it. new place for the sofa, new place for the table. clean bed. clean washroom. and oh, clean floor. our lovely floor. ahh. i need to get home fast and get my hands busy.
went home with the Yummy one. it was drizzling. a nice and gloomy day.
as soon as i jumped out of my work clothes, i started cleaning the room.bored.i cleaned the rest of the house. busy, but bored. yummy and i cooked.
not bored, but just celebrating a what you call “companionable silence”.
spaghetti without a twist, which was new for us. coz our spaghetti always have to have a twist. but it was good. he might be bored, but i didnt ask. i didnt want to assume either. as special agent said in silence of the lambs, “when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.” i certainly don’t want to make one ass out of two asses. won’t look right.
so we ate.
after eating, i washed some clothes and the floor mats and some more clothes to the sound of england dan and john ford coley. done. still bored. took a shower. read forrest gump. still bored.
hell, i was bored even in my sleep. no nightmares this time.
woke up. refreshed myself. bored while walking. bored while in the car. bored in the elevator. bored on my station. bored while opening my tools. bored. bored. bored.zzzzzzzzzzzzz…….
i kinda noticed, bored is 2 letters away from snored. and they rhyme.
aww… this boredom that you call life.
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