Can't cedar wood for the trees.

Hard-boiled boredom struck today at about 2pm. I momentarily overcame this predicament by phoning the Coca-Cola helpline complaining of a deep sense of ennui after drinking half a can of Fanta.

Productivity was not the buzzword that afternoon as I lay on my leather couch, annoying some helpless cola-helper bee, putting her on hold now and again so as to sing Ave Maria for 10 seconds and then continuing with my boredom-busting faffery.

Boredom struck again by 2:20pm. Bugger.


Toodle-pip.