good lord. somebody, somewhere, give me something to do. i can say that i have officially performed about five minutes of work today. i have asked if there's more for me to do (there is not). i have checked every blog that i read about 32 times. (not surprisingly, people are not posting fast enough to satisfy me.) i have gone downstairs to the vending machine to buy a diet dr. pepper. i came back upstairs to drink the diet dr. pepper. it was tasty, but did not make me less bored. i walked around a little bit outside, past the cvs, and discovered that is is very humid. a homeless man said something to me under his breath, no doubt something very lewd, but i was so bored that i couldn't muster up the energy to kick his ass. i have thought about a million and two subjects i could do a blog post on, but none of them have inspired me to actually write anything. i have about three more hours until i can escape from the office and go run five miles, which in itself is a mind-numbing activity, but i am looking forward to it, because it will certainly be less boring than what i'm doing right now. which is nothing, by the way. i have nothing to do. hence boredom.

does anybody else get friday off? exciting ideas to pass the three-day weekend? i have an exciting opportunity. not. my ex-boyfriend is coming to town and wants to hang out. though i hold little ill-will towards him (well, that might be a lie), i just can't imagine hanging out with him will be the best way to pass an evening. maybe i'm being too harsh. i tried to assuage some boredom by googling him, given that i don't know what he's been up to in the past three and a half years since i dumped him for tommy, but i didn't find much. actually, that's also kind of a lie. i found a few things, but in the occurrence that he might read this (given his history of stalking me on the internet), i'd rather not play petty. though it might be too late for that. i will say: i found out his nickname is apparently "wilco", and that is just so wrong on so many levels.