I've very rarely been crushingly bored in my life before. However, the past week or so has been so uneventful that I've felt like sitting down in a quiet room and crying, if only to have something to do.
Highlights of this week:
Monday: I'm quite sure that absolutely nothing happened, but I could be wrong. First recorded day of the still-ongoing "must use laptop if wanting internet/computer access" tyranny.
Tuesday: I almost went to Donegal, but didn't. I can't remember why the trip down was cancelled.
Wednesday: My mother and Kathryn went to Donegal. I stayed behind and washed a door.
Thursday: Louise finally returns from Donegal. Background noise level of house increases by 125%. Extra children suddenly appear while I'm babysitting, as Louise and Kathryn are magnanimous indeed in offering their home as a place for others to play. I get a fairly severe headache. Kathryn leaves the door lying open many times, I tell her to close it many times, I get angry, she gives me a pitying look for doing so. During all of this I'm still bored, just more frustrated.
Friday: I babysit again. I also bake things, which alleviates boredom for roughly 40 minutes. Sisters and da leave for Donegal. My aunt drops off a big bag o' bikinis to look through for the trip to Mallorca (the end of the month cannot come quickly enough at this point).
Saturday: Realise that how bored I am is reflected by my slightly excessive happiness when my new passport arrives, but sadly the presence of the passport becomes a "normal" thing (and therefore boring) within about 20 minutes. I wash another door, attempt laundry, and wonder when I'll be allowed to use the PC in the kitchen again. I miss MSN games and music.
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Obviously showers happened in these days too, but they're hardly highlights.
[sigh]
I think I'll be going to bed early tonight.
1 comment:
Poor Bai. *hugs* Are people not around to go out with?
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