I can tell when I'm getting bored with my life. I tend to look for some chaos to throw into it. I used to move on a regular basis but now that I have accumulated more stuff that fits into my car, oh and that pesky mortgage thing (you know the UPSIDE down one) that's kind of out. I added another dog to the mix and it hasn't been a whole year with that one, but it feels like it's been 5. I'm running out of things to amuse myself with basically. I've moved all the furniture that I can, and I'm bored. I think the next chaotic move would be to have another kid. Although, I'm sure that if anyone thought enough about this subject, they would choose not to, so I'm not going to weigh any costs and benefits on that.

I layed awake for a good 2 hours last night dwelling over my mothers' day shopping spree. What I bought, what I was going to wear what with, what I was going to inevitably return, what I didn't buy that maybe I should've. You know, useless crap to think about that ultimately has no effect on anyone including myself. This is a banner of boredom. The fact that I can't stop thinking about sorting this stuff out and returning the jeans that are literally a foot too long, is just plain sad. The fact that I spent 3 hours in one store and came to work wearing nothing I purchased yesterday, is also quite pathetic.

A couple good friends are leaving (have left) my place of employment and I have a twinge of the jump-ship feeling. Of course, I'm delighted for them moving on, moving up, but it also makes me realize that I'm not. Then I wonder what I want to do for the rest of my life, and I'm not sure. Maybe that whole concept is making me fairly antsy. Mostly because this isn't it. I think professional ballet dancer is probably out too. Scratch the veterinarian gig, that fizzeled in grad school. I'm pretty sure everything is better near the beach and palm trees though. I'm also sure that would clear up some seasonal allergy issues. I really should be home in bed watching Millionaire Matchmaker under my Garnet Hill quilt and popping sudafed right now. Instead, I have dragged my cold back into work to ponder my thoughts and update html's. This is why I'm bored.