inbetween

Well, it has finally happened. I don't know what to blog about.

Just look at the stunning beauty before me. One-hundred-and-something keys infront of me, and nothing to do with them. Nothing interesting to write about. Just blah. Boredom.

In the past, blasé was considered a psychological condition and treated with drugs. Today, it is a part of life. You're expected to be bored silly. If you have nothing to do, you watch television and learn about pregnant fifteen year olds who don't know who the father is. Or you watch Martha build a pyramid out of Cream Puffs and honey.

Well poo to that.

As much fun as tireless baking and bastard-babies with unknown fathers are, I need more. Entertainment, excitement, or at least fish 'n chips. It that too much to ask for?

And of course there is the internet. I'm average sized, if you ignore the spam in my inbox telling me it is too small, and will never really make her scream. I'm not depressed, but the adverts for "all natural" xanax are tempting. I think that beer is probably just as good as any "natural mood suppliment" but I wouldn't know. I take vitamins and that has always been good enough for me.

In a few days, life will be busy again with classes and homework and meetings and lions and tigers and bears, Oh MY! Until then, I'll keep staring at the wall. And drinking beer.

MMMmmmm.... beer............