The definition of boredom is... the state of being bored, with bored meaning to weary by dullness, tedious repetition, unwelcome attentions, etc. (as stated on Dictionary.com). Now why would I define such a word at a time like this?

It's obviously going to be the topic for this post! YEAH!!!!! BOREDOM!!!! ALL RIGHT!!!!!

Boredom adequately describes my life these days. It's just a constant state for me. And yes, I know the cure. "Go find a hobby". "Find something to do". "ETC ETC ETC". If only that were so easy to do... for a guy who is holds a sense of disinterest in the world at large anyways... And yes, of course I try and try to get rid of this "boredom" we speak of, but nothing really works. There are temporary cures, but after a while it just comes back stronger than ever. In fact, as I'm typing this I'm reaching that constant state yet again. I really need something to spice up my life these days. And yes, I've tried drinking like an alcoholic. That really isn't the answer (took me a bit too long to find that one out). Drinking seriously brings nothing but momentary relief. So, I suppose that for the next couple of weeks or so, my mission in life (yeah... my missions in life only extend to myself... how sad huh) will be to find someway or something to cure this boredom. I wonder what it will be. Perhaps typing in here is the answer, but so far it's only reached the temporary stage. Once I realize that I'm only rambling on and on and on and on and on and... oh I'm doing it again. Yeah once I realize that I get bored again.

On a completely unrelated topic, I went shopping yet again. Managed to get a decent amount of food (too much really) and in the end I just wonder if it's really possible to deal with all of it before the majority of it goes bad. In fact, last week I had to toss out quite a bit of meat (made me very very sad to see it trashed... but eating it would have probably been worse than tossing it away).

It is currently Sunday morning, which is surprising since I keep thinking the weekend is over, or that the weekend just started. But of course, that isn't the case. It's halfway through, and I'm still rambling.

Last word will be this. A promise is a promise and a man keeps his promises. So I will be trying my ass off to find something that will dissipate my boredom. (None of that temporary shit... so... 15 minutes of fame ain't gonna do shit for me).