Clearly there is something wrong with my life. It's a bank holiday weekend and so far I've been for a picnic with two friends and their young kids (3 and 0.5), been to Westfield Shopping centre, had lamb shanks, watched the Grand Prix, gutted my music room, including pulling up the carpet, listened to the last football of the season and heard Newcastle go down and scanned every DVD I own into my computer via my iSight to catalogue them and now......I'm bored.
It's only 7ish on Sunday. That's no longer than a normal weekend. But clearly something is wrong with my life that I should be this bored so quickly. I really worry at times that I"m just turning into to some kind of maniac. I can't switch off. When I'm at work I'm always switched on, even if I'm not stretching myself to 100%. But at home, I'm just fat and lazy - however there seems so little of any interest to do.
Why do I get so bored. Fair enough, I've had a cold and cough + antibiotics (for the first time since I was 17) in the last week and as such I've been unable to sing. I've also had to clear out my music room in order for it to be decorated, although decorating is not a pleasurable experience for me - so no ability to play instruments. I could scratch my own face off with frustration that this is how good my bank holidays are.
What can I do to change all this. Surely I shouldn't have to resort to taking myself out for a walk on my own away from my other half just to get some kind of peace of mind.
Grrr. I fucking hate my head at times.
Prettyintelligentprincess
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Perhaps I'll send my children my children round...