Fuck man, I just spent the most boring 36 hours of my life yesterday and today.
It was like the olden days - no internet, and we don't have a TV, and it was too damned cold to do anything outside even if I was interested in any sort of physical labor which I can assure you I was not. I read one complete book, started another, and played approximately 9000 games of solitaire.
I'd read for a while, get up and fuck with that asshole dog Jack, read some more, fuck with Legal Lucy, read for a while, fuck with Lisa, read for a while, then get up and go fuck with the chickens.
At one point I was ready to head into town to see who I could fuck with there, and given the circumstances, I'd probably have gotten away with it.
"Mr Lane, why on earth do you wantonly run over Mrs Roarke's one eyed cat sunning itself on the road?"
"Ah, I was bored, Officer. My fucking router broke down and I was running out of shit to keep myself amused."
"I understand, Mr Lane. You're free to go."
But I'm up and running now and did a few posts for the rest of the day.
