Bored
I've been suffering lately from boredom. Not regular, grown-up people's boredom...Not the kind where you have nothing to do. Let's see, just since the weekend I have seen a few movies, read a book, written a poem, cleaned the house, washed two dogs, read in an art textbook, attended class, shopped for some new furniture, looked at thousands of wedding invitations, made a pie, gone on a bike ride, on and on the list goes.

No, I'm bored the way children get bored. There is so much to do yet I am bored down deep into my soul. Tom was sitting here next to me working on something and just got up and left; within ten seconds I was whining for him to come back. No real reason. Didn't want to talk to him or anything. See? That's the kind of thing bored kids do. I don't get it. Maybe summertime is just affecting me.