I'm a little bored today. I awoke at 5am with a monster headache - and it wasn't the usual case of falling comatose with a book on my chest, a cat across my arm, and my head wrenched 1-degree too far to the left in a jumble of sweat-stained pillows. Nope, this was a real honest-to-goodness headache. Add the nausea induced by merely sitting up-right and the low-grade mucus production of late - and it was a lock that The Office would need to limp along without me today.
So back to the whole 'bored' problem. After a few hours of wiggling free the spike that surely was buried in the back of my head, I felt human enough to do something other than stare at daytime TV and listen to Mika purr beside me. It's
First stop: officially finish the last couple of vinyl rips and sort out the library of 2,800 or so MP3s that are the fruits of my labour these last few months.
Second stop: Read the paper and try to eat something.
Third stop: Finish reading The Road - which I'd started the previous evening (thanks for the kick in the butt, KD).
Fourth stop: Nothing. I feel like crap. I don't want to go out. I don't have the stamina for a video game. My head won't survive any more reading. I'm.....bored.
It's only 2pm - and I have at least 1 more hour of Me Time. Somewhere, out there, people are building stories that will be re-told around their dinner tables tonight. But here, inside, where time has lost its meaning, Ferris can only shake his head and sigh.
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So this is a bug going around, 'cause I am just getting up from being non-functional for two days with the same thing. Here is my solution to the boredom : Randy's Vinyl Tap. You can purloin a lot of last year's shows off usenet and use them to wile away the hours spent trying to sleep, but failing due to the nausea. You get a little music lesson, a little history, a different look at some old songs, and Randy Bachman noodling on the guitar. It's full of win.
Get better soon. I haven't.
Glad to hear that The Army of Nausea has another volunteer.
And what synchronistic old world it is... I've never gone looking for last year's shows, but I see to catch Randy's show on many a Saturday night - usually when I'm schlepping one of my lazy kids somewhere. While I've never been a huge fan of his music, I have a soft spot for his show - the mellow vibe and cool little stories. Maybe he's like aural chicken soup?
Aural chicken soup--yup, that's exactly it.
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