There is this moment when you sit there, in front of your computer screen, with nothing else to do except for reading Cyanide & Happiness, obsessively checking your inbox for another email from one of your college professors, make sure your boss (who doesn't particularly care anyway) doesn't see you scroll through said Cyanide, stare at your black chipped nail polish, and repeatedly text your mother to pick you up from work so that you can eat. That is my day. I could be working, yet I am too bored to work. I finished the first bit of an article. I'm too bored to do anymore. Why don't I want to do more? Because I am bored. And I just plain don't want to (hello, America!).
Hence . . . this impromptu article. Which I am too bored to make spectacular anyway.
And reading one of the books I brought to work is too obvious (to the boss who doesn't care anyway) to pull one out. So I stare at the computer screen.
Summer needs to end, so I can have something to do. I will still be bored, but then I will have a deadline. And I'm paying for college, so I will want to do it. I think. Yes.
Where's my nail polish?
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