Boredom

There are few things more boring than being too tired to do anything, but being unable to sleep. I am currently on a plane heading for NYC. Yay, and all that. But I last slept 21 hours ago, and worked a full day, and am really fucking tired. I can't seem to sleep, can't concentrate enough to read anything substantive, don't even quite have the concentration level to play solitaire. (That's really bad, when you think about it.) So, mostly, I'm sitting here thinking, "I'm tired. Boy am I tired. Boy, am I tired of being tired. I'm tired. Boy am I tired." And so on.

It's marginally possible that being in pain is more boring. At least, when I'm in significant amounts of pain, the only thing I can think is, "This hurts. A lot. I wish I wasn't here. This hurts. A lot. I wish I wasn't here." The thought, if you can call it that, wears grooves in my mind. But the pain adds...not exactly interest or excitement, but it's a thing. You know. Now frankly, I'll take the boring without the pain any day. But for sheer repetitive thoughts, nothing beats "This hurts and I wish it didn't hurt and this hurts and I wish it didn't hurt."

In the mean time, I'm tired, and I'm bored, and I'm tired, and I'm too tired to not be bored, and gods almighty am I tired.