bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored

[mrsbrown]

There's nothing to read on the internet so I have to fill it up for myself.

I'm suffering my normal post Festival Flat and even booking for flights to Canberra to attend May Crown has only helped fill in the time for half an hour (one time unit, as Hugh Grant says in "About a Boy")

What now?

A virtuous me would be doing something like:

clean up my desk
sort out my finances
tidy the family room so Rose can play in it
sort out the kitchen so we can stop eating hot cross buns and jerky and make real food.
find my bedroom so I can get dressed on Monday morning
participate in the laundry process
etc

I'm not virtuous, I'm sort of pathetic.