Out Of My Skull

Sweet jam and biscuits, I am so bored right now. Mr. Dis is ensconced in football heaven. I, on the other hand, hate football. Hate watching it, hate the commentators, hate the sheer amount of time it takes. That makes me unamerican, right?

So bored. One of those kinds of boredoms were my books sit mute on the table rather than singing their siren song, tempting me to join them in another world. One of those boredom times where nothing on the 'Net seems interesting either. Geez, I'm about to start cleaning the house for sheer lack of anything else I want to do. (Not that I want to clean the house, but at least it'd be more productive than playing free cell or something.)

Argh. Maybe I'll go make some banana bread or something.