I feel like a petulant child. I don't deal well with boredom as an adult. I try to keep relatively busy because even after years of amusing myself on long summer vacations, I get bored really easily.
I even tried calling my mom so I could lie on the floor in a heap and moan "Moooooooom, I'm booooooooored" into the phone, just like old times. But she wasn't there. Pssshhh.
I renewed my car insurance, which was a two-hour process that involved forgetting my online log-in password, a call to customer service, numerous repetitions of Canadian Direct Insurance's on-hold phone recording- and as it turned out, the entire process was completely unnecessary as my auto insurance automatically renews itself. Bollocks. (Well, it's not like I didn't have the time...)
Then I read a few chapters of this smutty historical novel, but then turned to reading it aloud in a snappy Bristol accent to amuse myself, which gave me a headache. Helloo, Tylenol Ultra Migrane Relief with Easy-Open Cap.
And now I've realized that it's almost 3:00 in the afternoon and I have yet to eat anything today.
I guess I could go fill in some of my new German Grammar workbooks. Practice Makes Perfect Verb Conjugation, what fun!
I think my mom would tell me to clean something. Sigh. That's so boring.
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