What a reason to post. I'm bored. I actually have nothing of interest to do and writing amounts to just about scraping the bottom of the barrel.
I am trying to check if even that holds any joy to me at all.
Well it's not like I don't have work, there are 2 projects to juggle, one thesis to write, 3 difficult Broadway songs to prepare for performance, 4 intriguing books to read, John Oliver to holler at and Matt Damon to generally drool over.
Still it is not grand enough, not magical enough.
For the Drama Queen that I am I should probably permanently shift to Disneyland.

What is this life so devoid of care?
Too much time and nothing to stare.