It's Wednesday, and I am bored out of my mind.
This morning, Simon projectile puked all over the living room carpet, and Bob caught and released a humming bird, then skulked about the house trying to hunt imaginary beasties...
I woke up with the grumps from another night of torchered sleep and the good humor of the kitty antics only cheered me up so far as the ride into work.
The boredom creeps in, the hunger for something more... ennui ensues.
Is it lunchtime yet?