I Enjoy Being Bored

Today I stayed home and it's really ugho outside meaning raining and wet and foggy and overall the poo. It is making me feel lazier and more useless than I normally am, not that this bothers me in any real concrete way, I just wanted to note the fact that I am aware of it.

I'm doing laundry and the sound of the stuff going around in the dryer is kinda soothing. For the first half hour anyway. After that, it's actually a little annoying, and in fact I become too aware of trying to pinpoint at just what moment that rumbling is going to stop. I suppose my boyfriend is going to think I sat at home all day doing nothing which is sort of right but not entirely because I did do laundry (as noted above) and I did some dishes although not as many as someone who likes washing dishes would have done. I also watched the E True Hollywood Story of Suzanne Somers, and I think that was time well spent. Did you know the Thigh Master made Billions?

Anyway, why do people worry about what other people do with their time? I think he probably doesn't think about it, I just think he does. Sometimes he sort of barges into the room without warning and it's loud and startles me and makes me feel nervous for about 15 min. after he does it. This has nothing to do with what I was talking about, but he might read it here and stop doing it as a result.

I keep thinking "I'll put up some more pics, this blog is getting boring as fuck", but then I don't bother to recharge the camera batteries and can't.