Desperation

My levels of boredom have reached new limits. I have offered to paint my dad's future office and get all the prep work done on it. I hate painting. I hate prep work for painting. This is an example of how desperate I am to have something to do with my day. I can only organize so many cupboards, vaccum so many floors, and wash so many dishes. Eventually, even the dog doesn't want to go for a walk. My new last resort...painting the room. I need to get out of here and start school. I need a change of pace.