I don't think I've ever felt so content with boredom. It's nice for a change, and I seem to be making use of it with various doodles.

My lack of employment allowed me to sit staring at my Chef Boyardee making blue plans for my personal Mrrzonia for what seems like the past week. I guess I must really not have been paying attention because the next thing I knew my leg was on fire with scalding hot saturated-fatty pasta. In my fluster, I knocked a bottle of ink everywhere, including the coffee table that my mother told me not to 'mess up like you did the last time' minutes before. After the clean up and just before various feelings of guilt and general aggrivation subsided, I plundered my pantry in search for potassium, because I hear that if you eat an obscene amount of it before bedtime vivid dreams will ensue.