And that's being stuck in an office where three hours have so far felt like three days and what you have to do you can't do anyway, AND you've lost any and all creative spahk so you can't even waste your time productively by actually writing something. Besides, right now I feel more conceptual than constructive, anyway, which means mostly blue skying with no real output to show for it.
It never bothers me to "be bored." You can always find something to do or to think about or to look at. But idleness and torpor and a general lack of energy, well, that bothers me to the point of insanity. I've read everything I wanted to read. I checked out all my favorite websites. I read up on everything. Hell, I even tried to do some actual work but, once again, I've been given a "call group sales" request on a Sunday (and presumably due today) when group sales people are out on the weekends. But I'm not doing anything and that's what's annoying me. Oh, sure, if I were to not do anything while wrapped up in a nice cozy bed, now, that's one thing and a rather appealing prospect right about now. But to not do anything while in front of a keyboard and computer, the two most powerful tools I have at my disposal for anything and everything, well, that's what irks me.
Oh well. Time to go peruse Crime Library again. Always fun to go through sensationalistic retellings of famous murders throughout history.