The Function of Boredom


I’m bored. Painfully, excruciatingly bored. I took my medicine, I’m not anxious, I’m not actively avoiding anything. I’m simply bored. I have at least an hour before the kiddo will get back from his friend's house, and The Hub and The Sub are still asleep. I have nothing I have to do or need to … Continue reading The Function of Boredom

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