I have very little to do at work at the moment.
So little, in fact, that you could say that there is nothing for me to do, other than sort through various items if I so choose.
The tedium of boredom is almost torturous.
At least, on the plus side, I get to relax, listen to music and maybe have some chair races that will inevitably lead to some sort of land speed record for chair racing.
Well, I can’t do the chair racing yet, but the other things are okay.
Still, I am getting bored.
I am stuck in a position where I need to do something soon, for if I do not, I will end up eating my own face and just so I can say that something of minor note at least occurred and kept me entertained until the pain of face eating began to kick in.
Maybe I should slip into a state of becoming my own self through metamorphosis, except instead of that, just facing the hard reality that the universe is far greater than I can ever know, as all I currently know is my life and it is only a small speck on the infinitely vast vastness of the greatness of all that is out there, beyond my reach, beyond my knowing, beyond my feeling…
Maybe I should try to not become myself and instead begin a mutiny of sorts… or not.
Maybe I should go outside and absorb some of the sun and then use it to energise myself so I can say I’m slightly more efficient when there is something for me to do that is work related, despite how utterly ridiculous that notion could be.
I do have things to do, but I’d much rather waffle on pointlessly so I remain bored and then hopefully enter a state of negative boredom so intensely that I can do nothing but be overly entertained by absolutely everything I come across.
OH LOOK! A BIT OF DISCARDED PAPER ABOUT TO BE RECYCLED! HOW UTTERLY, INSANELY AMAZING!
Yes, it is one of those days.
They are, sadly, numbered.
Still, they are appreciated.
Not as appreciated as walking through a dry, dry desert, only to come across a walrus lying on a rock, smoking through a pipe and then reciting poorly written abstract poetry to you whilst all you want is a little bit of water and a soft rock to rest your head on as you’ve only come across hard ones during your travel.
Speaking of which, you’ve no reason to be walking in the desert unprepared anyway, so go back to your residence and get some rest, for all you’re going to be dealing with is that silly walrus if you don’t.
Maybe eat an oversized mango when you get home and then rest on your soft rocks for a while.
I do think I will go out and absorb a little bit of sun.
Maybe not yet, but I will later today.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 9:52:12
Under ten minutes. Hooray!
Another written at my desk at work.
The boredom had clearly started to take hold by this point (it was written yesterday).
Also, the temporary permalink for this is / was 1995.
Stuff happened in 1995.