bored? bored??? this week has had the least activity of any week ever, ever. after a fun weekend i've been down and out for a straight six days. yeah, you heard... not six hours, dear reader, i've bored meself slippy for six damn days.

right now i'm still experiencing the after-effects of the great affliction... what i mean to say is that i was afflicted, and now the pills i got do me wrong. namely, i can't sleep when i choose to do so. another kind of ennui, maybe, but at least it is chemically enticing. it kinda cracks you out. all of you out there, learn from me, now, don't take the drugs the man sells you. it hurts in the end, it does.

it's really been a rough week overall... able to work some, but in truth, very little. coworkers (esp. those in charge of payingme to work) look suspiciously at afflicted workers, not believing that they are capable of doing much at all.

i won't go into the gory details, but yes, not sleeping for days on end and often having no desire except wanting a cold compress on my face, usually multiple compresses, does, in fact, lead to a general, unyielding, dogged, weighty, sense of ennui. i can't even go outside, the sun makes it hurt worse.

well, i hope this description has bored you as much as my entire week has bored me.