This is the end of everything

I have nothing to write about.  This will probably continue for another month.  I’m not going out enough to hope for any stupid TL;DR anecdotes.  The jelly wrestling photos were disappointingly over-exposed (or whatever the equivalent is in these digital photography shenanigans) so I can’t post them.  And I’ve run out of the usual things to complain about.  

So what the fuck do I do now?   Write a story?   No, then it wouldn’t be about me and my life.   I like to keep it real and self-centred at the same time.  

I suppose I could do the ever-growing pile of work I’m supposed to do.

Okay, so that’s not going to happen.

Sigh.   

I’m not even reading any books at the moment.  I’m reading bookmarked threads printed off the philosophy board of one of the forums I frequent and doing Sudoku. Yeah, Sudoku – I’m one of those people now. 

Ummm…. hey, I know – guess what?   I’m changing banks.  That’s cool, eh?   Except I have to go into town to get a copy of my birth certificate because I can’t zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  snsnnnnhhhhhhhhhh zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzsnnnnnnnohhhhhhhhszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Wha?  Oh…. hi.  Sorry.   Okay, okay.  Ummmm….    I ate chocolate for the first time in 3 months the other day.   Don’t care?  Okay…  
I cleaned out the linen closet and sorted all the stuff into categories?   Too mundane?  Ehhh…
  Shit.    
The mouse in our house has been eating apples in our kitchen??   "
I went cycling with my brother and dad on the weekend….       
WHAT?    WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOU STUPID LITTLE DIARY?!   

I’m so fucking bored.  This procrastination has to end.  I honestly need someone to light the carpet under my comfy office chair on fire so that I do something productive with my time.  I’m just so settled now that I’m convinced I’ll somehow get to go to uni again next year that I’ve lost my drive to find things of interest to distract me.  Now I’m just here with myself, no other baggage or drama or whatever…. and it’s so goddamn bland.

Hey!  Look!  I found something to complain about!   Hooray!