I thought of this because I am really, really bored. There’s no reason to be bored. I have tons to do, tons of things to amuse myself with, but I’m just bored. This isn’t like being bored at work, when you try to look busy but you’re really just super bored. This is a weird, almost physical boredom. I have books to read, laundry to fold, several Tivo’d Oprahs to watch, but none of that interests me. I feel like Garfield.
So I went surfing and found this so you can all read it:
http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Stage/7535/gorey.html
I think I learned the word ennui from this, I can’t remember.
Funny, this post has nothing to do with being pregnant. Should I throw something in to make it so? Nah, I’m too bored.
All the waiting is killing me. I think it’s partly why I’m still working; I’m afraid I’ll go crazy if I don’t.
Belly shot on my blog today.
Loved the feet shot.