Edward Hopper, Room in New York (1932)

Actually, I'm not so much bored as I am busy and sick and tired. Which, I know, is nothing to blog about. So I haven't been writing. I haven't been sleeping much, either. Last night I think I got two hours of sleep. I had about four the night before, so my brain is fried.

For work, I have been researching merchant accounts. Which could be the most tedious and frustrating thing. ever. Have you ever googled merchant account? Oh my living heck, all the websites. And all of them look like a scam. But, my provider is increasing my fees to $80 a month, and I know that's a scam.

For reading, I'm almost done with The Good Earth. I started a couple of other books which look good, but I haven't had the time at night to read, because I'm too dang tired.

Survivor and Amazing Race are starting soon, but with our new schedule we haven't been watching TV (weird for our family), and I'm not sure where we are going to fit the time in. Oh the humanity.

And, I haven't been finding the time to run. Well, actually, I have a time carved out for working out, but I have only gone once this week because my sinuses feel like they are going to explode.

And, yes, I know that at least my house is intact and I know where my kids are and I'm not living in the Astrodome. I'm not actually complaining because I think it's interesting or I need sympathy. I'm only complaining because it's all I've got right now. The only other post I've thought of all week involved complaining about stupid people at four-way stops. Even I know that is not interesting writing.

Thus ends The Most Boring Blog Post. Ever. (I told you everything was boring.)

I wrote this yesterday, but decided not to post it (because of all the dullness and whatnot). But, I took some Benadryl (which is a modern miracle, by the way) and slept for nine full hours and feel normal now. Feeling normal is really pretty incredible, y'know? Why that somehow means that this is now worth posting, I don't know. I'm pretty sure it doesn't.