At my desk
At my desk I stare out the window, wondering about life. I really hate not having anything to do, but at the same time I find myself unable to find anything to do. Something worthy of my creativity, something that I can do and say, "Hey, I did that," when I'm finished. No, nothing comes to mind.
So I sit and let tumblr and twitter and facebook and a plethora of other sites pour over me. Looking for some little gem that might spark my curiosity while the ambient electronic music comforts me. No emails, no texts, just quiet solitude in front of my electronic looking glass.
Searching, looking, pining for something worthy of my time. Enough of these stories of people and their good/bad experiences at some such location. I need substance. I need depth. I need true stimulation to keep the demons of boredom away. Music videos and lolcats and even texts from last night only serve as a distraction from the lack of stimulation.
And so I sit and search and surf in my fluorescent lit cave of an of