boredom is boring

I really thought that with all the time I have on my hands now, I would be writing a lot more. But the truth is, typing one-handed/left-handed sucks. Besides, since I don't leave the house anymore (except to pick up secretundergroundemomixtapes), I don't have anything to write about. I could write about what I do while lying around the house, but that's boring. Well, I guess most of the stuff I write about is boring, so you might not even notice the difference.

Today I woke up at 3am, and stared at the ceiling for a few hours until I realized that I was actually awake and not just having a really uneventful dream. After rolling out of bed, I made my way downstairs and zombied out as QVC told me that I need to spend more money on juicers and skin-exfoliating treatments. I then spent the rest of the morning watching Italian Dave organize his dork cards into even little piles. Sigh...

Maybe once I am able to leave the house for more twenty minutes at a time, I will resurrect my ability to make you all love me through the power of the written word. Until then, I will be sprawled out in my room, being waited on patiently (hopefully) while I try to steal kisses from girls as they read to me (probably).