I am so dangerously bored [bored isn’t the perfect description: more like being sullen and anxious all at the same time. Like when you’re physically tired but mentally wired. I am a frickin’ bundle of fun] that I am considering decoupaging my TV stand. It doesn’t even have a TV on it.
Should be doing: laundry; outlining; further schools research; cleaning, cleaning, cleaning; cheap things, things that don’t cost money; eating; reading; finishing any one of five unfinished crochet projects; ditto to painting projects; ditto to frame projects. But I’m in a mood and I can’t seem to get out of it. I wish I was three, so I could flounce around and whine and make a parent or sibling entertain me. But alas, it doesn’t work that way. Stupid being an adult. Stupid everything.
Even seeing a movie (a bad, bad, bad movie — “She’s the Man”) didn’t help. Stupid.