BORED.

CHRIST I'M BORED.

I really, really, really, REALLY need a job. Because bad things happen to my brain chemistry when I sit around with nothing to do all day every day. Except look for a job. And fail to find anything. And wait for the temp agency to maybe get back to me.

For the first couple of weeks of this, I was at least using the time to write, but the more bored I am, the less creative I feel, so that spark's dying out. And until this week, I at least spent a couple of hours every day just wandering around the city and taking looong walks, but Chicago seems to have decided to bypass autumn entirely and plow straight on into winter, and it's a bit too chilly for the aimless wandering now. Well, it's not THAT cold yet, but the temperatures plummeted a bit too abruptly and I haven't adjusted back to chilliness yet. I suppose I'll get over it -- lord knows it's going to get a hell of a lot colder when winter actually hits.

Anyway. BORED. I've read all the BSG fic on crack_van and all the other fics all those writers have written or recced, I've long since done the same for any decent House fics out there, and my attention span is too sporadic for any other fandoms at the moment. Also, said crack van apparently has no new recs in any fandom for the month of October. Anyone know what's up with that? And I've played more games of solitaire than I can even conceive of counting. BORED. BORED BORED BORED.

I hate having nothing to do ever.

oh god, not another one

...and now I seem to be watching Doctor Who.

Because my utter geekdom was clearly incomplete.