Angst of Mental Constipation

Stick me to a post and tie me up with my baby nephew. Let me stick it out with my dead cellphone. Stick some post-its or whatever to my forehead! Just don't let me get stuck with boredom.

It sticks to me the way a greedy child can't get his fingers off that birthday cake. No matter what I do, it doesn't go away and leave me alone. I watched tv, surfed the net, slept, listened to the radio and ate koko crunch with a good serving of milk in the middle of the afternoon and still.....I'm bored. In the background, there's a guy saying "I wanna live my life like everybody else." over and over again. Boredom. I want to murder it.

I had 5 hours of tv time, 6 hours of sleeping time, 3 hours of surfing, 56 scoops of koko crunch, 5,000 blinks the past 4 hours, 70 punches of my cellphone's keypad and 8 yawns. I feel like a 50 year old and I have a temperament of a 5 year old. This is all because of boredom. Please, let me live!!!

Don't worry. I'll probably wake up from boredom like a chick suddenly cracking from its shell. If I'll do, I'll shout at the top of my lungs and make my life less dusty (I already tried shouting..in my mind).

I'm going to get a Ph.D. Get a cool car. Get all the poor kids and give them a better life or get a charity and support it. But right now, I have to get out of boredom and get a life.