crying out loud.

I'm into the second hour of the long dark tea-time of the soul now (Douglas Adams again). The Boss's not around, neither is his secretary (i.e. my superior). There's absolutely nothing to do and all the time to do it with. At the rate I'm going I could write a novel with the free time I have. Or an absurdist play. A sequel to the V- Monologues: the P- and V- Dialogues maybe. (I've prudishly blocked out the word, gawd, who'm I kidding anyway?) But it'll be shit; I know it in my bones, don't try to persuade me otherwise...

Pity the content blockers locked out youtube. I mean, welfare? Care for soldiers? SAF 7 Core Values? Although good news is they've reinstated access to facebook and zip archives, so I've downloaded Liero. And I have Gravity's Rainbow to get through. Bugger that book, it's fat and terribly complicated. I was lost by the second page.

ZOMG SAVE ME FROM CHEWING MY BRAINS OUT IN BOREDOM.

I should think up synonyms from boredom; calques from Latin and Greek maybe. It's interesting that the first recorded use of the term boredom is in Dickens' Bleak House, 1852. Wow. But technically it's not boredom, it's the complete lack of stuff to do that gets me.

I shall sit around, flip my lips, and say "brrrrr..." for a minute.