10 minutes ago

A slow, dull sunday. How much of life is wasted with this just slow heavy feeling of a too big dinner, and mental dullness? I guess boredom is the word; the things that hold appeal don't hold appeal. The sun shines against the bedroom wall; a muffled public concert is happening nearby, wind soughs thru trees. The various things I would do at this point are a) Read a novel. But the novel I'm struggling thru at the mo, Piercing by Murakami, isn't very good. b) Read some philosophy or logic. But i'm too tired. c) Play Final Fantasy IV. But it feels too nice at day to stare at a small screen. d) Eat or drink. I've just eaten and drank. And so comes last e) Write in blog. But i have nothing interesting to write about, and thus to do so would be pointless in the extreme. It would however waste some time. That's what I'll do then.