Boredom

What is boringness? Boredom? Complete wu-liao?
It is when you have tons of books, but never feel like reading them.
It is when you have dozens of comic you painstakingly search and hunt and allocated huge percentage of your salary buying but let them lay there like corpse after a brutal battle.
It is when you feel like sitting in front of the idiot box watching DVDs, but found that you have watched all that suits the occasion of boredom healing and what left are mostly some heavy artistic stuff.
You feel like MSNing with a friend far away, but don't know what to say. And not at all enjoying the awkward silence, asking a senseless question, making conversation.
You like to talk, but just don't know what to talk.
You like to know more, but afraid that it may turn out annoying, like a stalker trying to dig as mush detail as can, like a mosquito that buzz around suck the blood again and again.
You feel like wanna get drunk, but the weather is too fucking hot and alcohol will just makes thing worse.
You feel like going out, but don't know where to go, or with who.
You feel like you need new musics, but searching and testing in the web spells boring to you know.
You feel like wanna rest, but the fact that now is Sunday night reminds you that tomorrow is the start of another working week, in the month where all your leaves are freezed, and the only public holiday available happens to be the very last day of the month.
You consider sleeping, but the moment you reopen your eyes, it will be Monday, and you gotta go to work.
Sigh...boredom. Fuck you!