Tuesday, March 08, 2016
Today I am grateful for mindless boredom. I’m still not over my miseries and I’m not at all happy about it. The other day I said to Himself, “I just feel so boring!” He assured me that is the last thing I can ever be, but boy, this time he might be wrong.
Here’s the kind of glutton for punishment I am. . .I challenged him to Scrabble. In the kitchen. Sitting on hard chairs, sipping honey/lemon tea and not Good Shit! Of course, I lost the first game, although I made a valiant effort.
When we decided to play a second game, I had to color in between because it was so boring. But I was slamming the words! Made Himself crazy because I was barely paying attention. . .coloring with markers, getting good letters, doing a brilliant word, then right back to coloring again.
Yeah, well, guess what. It riled him so badly that when I was using the pink and red, he was concocting a word of astronomical point value. Bastard! Used all of the letters. Who does that? Who cares? Him, not me. I was coloring and perfectly happy in my mindless boredom!