Boredom, vice, and need.

Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe.  It's a symptom of security.  - Eugene Ionesco

Great, I feel safe; That doesn't change the fact that I'm bored out of my damn mind. I do the same thing every night that my husband works. I play around online, blog, play scrabble on my iPad, watch TV, and do laundry. So, naturally, when he's home, I'm like an excited puppy. Whether we go to the grocery store, or watch a movie in bed, it's something different.

So, tonight when he had an errand to run, again with me being like an excited puppy; A ride in the car? Yes please. He ran that errand without me, and I got completely butt hurt over it.  He's now out in the garage with his buddy, mounting headlights inside of the grill on his truck. I'm sitting inside, furious, and bored, as usual.

On a side note, we have a few things to do tonight, and a full schedule for the weekend. Now we're going to get a late start tonight. Yes, I know sorting through all of the clothing in our closets and dressers isn't an exciting Friday date night; But I'd still like to spend a few minutes with him, no matter what we're doing. Besides, we have too many damn clothes, and it needs to get done. It's always something.

I'm just sick of being irritated by someone or something constantly. I don't have enough patience to be a functioning adult in society. That's just all there is to it.

Also, I need a vice to cure my boredom. Just sayin'.