Oh my word. I am SO bored. SO incredibly bored. Blaaaahhhh boooorrrrddddooommm. Bordius Maximus. I am seriously sitting here contemplating hitting my head on my desk for fun. I am waiting, sadly to have that fun. You know when there's only five minutes or so until you get to go somewhere but those are the LONGEST five minutes of your day. It seems to me that in those five minutes you can clean your apartment, make a meal, eat that meal, clean out your purse, and change your outfit once - THAT'S how long it feels. Except, my purse and aparment are clean, I am waiting to go out to eat, and I like what I am wearing. Hence, boredom. An extreme sense of boredom. Maybe this bordom is laced with the fact that RIGHT now certain people have boarded a cruise ship and are eating lovely food amidst a beautiful ocean while I am left here to comtemplate hitting my head against this desk for fun. And I've come full circle. Woo.
All the more convincing of my five minute arguement is that I had time to bitch about all of this and STILL hit my head against the desk for fun. Neato.