Large Chunks of Waste

That title really has a saucy, sophmoric titillation factor to it that will prove to be nonexistent in the following story. Sorry.

The truth is, I'm just bored.

I sit here at 11 whatever in the morn, and my only obligation today is in the evening. Therapy at 6 and the read through at 7:30.

I just finished breakfast and have made a tour of my usual websites for meaningless info, and now I sit. Sit, and ponder. What now? What else?

I find that happens quite a bit to me. Even while married, so it isn't a lonely thing. It mostly is a lack of creativity thing. I could go for a walk, or read, or watch one of the many movies I own. I have reasons why not to do all of those. Not good reasons, but I am not challenging myself to back up my reasons, so I get convinced easily.

I have errands to run, but I am not running. Who likes errands?

I need several items now to fill the wasteland I live in, but I hate to shop when I can't afford the item in question, so poo to that idea.

Would I be more lively if I had the money? Say I was quite flush with dollars, would I be dressed and driving right now, humming along to a song in gleefull anticipation of my soon to be acquisition? I doubt it. Maybe.

The truth is, I guess, I just don't have much drive. That is probably why I am getting my first paid gig at nearly forty. No drive. I am more the chauffered type. Always up for the ride, just you do the driving.

That is really true. If someone came in right now, and said, Let's go, I would. No matter where, or for why. Drive.

Well, with gas prices these days, can you blame me?