Boredom

I feel weird. Like I'm not quite here. Like I'm on my way to invisible. I can't explain it any other way. It's not an emotional feeling. It's physical. I had some weird dreams last night and they seemed to keep repeating with little variations on the theme. And Jean-Luc Godard was there. I was part of a crew of revolutionaries, but it seemed like the main focus was on babies. Or something like that. I can't say they were good dreams, but they weren't bad either. They were just weird.

Today is day two of my mini vacation, and already I feel time strangling me back into work, as I only have three days left of absolute me time. I feel like I'm all booked up already. But I guess that's ok. I just want to get bored so I'll do things I wouldn't normally do. Like rearrange the furniture. Alphabetize my CD's. Unimportant stuff that makes you feel better when you're done doing them. But boredom doesn't seem to be penciled in on the schedule just yet, so those things may have to wait. I guess it comes after a serious afternoon of obsessing about anything I can think of: school, money, my body, my hair, my job, my car, and so on.