I am so bored. I mean I am so bored. I didn’t realize boredom so deep and overwhelmingly profound actually existed. It’s like all waters of the pacific are sitting right on top of me, their sapphire blue turned to inky impenetrable black. It  is Sunday afternoon and I have done nothing all day. I mean absolutely nothing, well unless you can call eating corn flakes doing something, or grooming between you toes. I even randomly read though our encyclopedia reading about Bat’s and Bankruptcy laws – it was the ‘B’ volume. There is no around to hang out with, it happens to be about 10 degrees outside and nowhere to go. I have novels to read, lots of them, for the second time. I could play on the computer, there’s always you tube, games but the computer is dead. My mom just sent it out to be repaired.  I had the bright idea to draw, that didn’t last very long, mostly because I can’t. That’s like the only thing I failed in kindergarten, kind of sad. Then I went for poetry but I couldn’t get past the violets are blue part.  There’s always a good old nap, but that’s sort of hard when you’re not tired. So I find myself back at the encyclopedia who knows maybe there something interesting in ‘Z.’