Is There Life Beyond the Ceiling Boards? Maybe. There Might Be a Dead Mouse Though.

Ye be warned.  This will be boring.  Am bored beyond socks.  And not even wearing socks today.  Nearest sock is about half a mile away.  So, am bored for at least half a mile.  Hmm.  Probably have other people around that are wearing socks, so nearest sock probably about 2 meters away.  Still, nothing beats socks of my own, so will happily ignore presence of any alien socks in my vicinity.  Even if they do try to take over my brain in a mad desire to assimilate it with the Great Sock Puppet of Zgrgorgrmblelalulalalalalalagrll.

Been awhile since have experienced this profound level of boredom.  Oh.  Giraffes.  Giraffes apparently are source of happiness and glee for some people.  While I appreciate the inane niftiness of giraffes, they do no such thing for me.  Would make exception if real life giraffe would walk in here.  They do have amusing tongues.  Though when it comes to Tongue Superior Niftiness… That one goes to okapis.  As well as general niftiness in abundance.  Okapis!  Yayness!

Actually wanted to discuss something altogether different.  Something serious.  Ooooooh.  Am sure will write about that at a later point.  When the rage has abated a little bit.  Or not.  Might fuel it some more with ranting about it to myself.  Which is fun.  Nothing better than ranting away while walking around.  Or cycling around.  Then again.  Ranting while cycling is risky during Summer.  Unless one is in need of some extra protein.  Lots of yummy tiny flies to be had.  Few things are more fun on a warm summer evening than cycling through a cloud of tiny bugs with your mouth wide open.  Huzzah! 

Boredom is somewhat tolerable if you have  Boredom Buddy.  Hilarity guaranteed.  But no Boredom Buddy today.  Just the Sound of Silence.  And if by that meant the song by Simon and Garfunkel this would be somewhat enjoyable.  But don’t, so meh.  Hmm.  Pondering other songs now that might be appropriate.  Boredom: The Musical.  Happy tunes to illustrate the Grayness of Our Existence.  Hmmm.  Smell potential.

Wish didn’t have headache so that potential could be properly examined.  And there goes another chance to make piles and piles of money.  Oooooh.  Life would be so much simpler then.  Of course we’re told that money does not make us happy.  Personally think that is scam of filthily rich people who want it all for themselves.  Or who have so much money they can’t think of things to do with it anymore.  Hint.  Hint.  Am sitting right over here.  Allow me to take that terrible burden from you.

Same with people who don’t know what to do with their spare time.  Seriously.  Would _love_ some more time.  So much fun stuff to be done.  But noooo.  Work.  Well, let’s not get started on that.  Am prone to drift off into discussing Futility of Western Society etc etc.  Crazy world we live in and so on. 

Right.  Headache.  Better get something to drink.  Wave ‘n Bow.  Wave ‘n Bow.