I’m at a loss. My boredom is kicking in high gear, and it’s that restless, insatiable boredom. No matter what I start doing, I get sick of it in a few minutes and feel the need to move on. I know it’s the depression messing with me. I can’t find anything that’s enjoyable and brings me some inner peace. I wanted to go to the reptile show this weekend, but I have no money (and I know it would be boring, as the shows around here are super-small and boring on a good day, forget a day when I’m restless and frustrated with myself). I want to go walking in the woods, but there are no woods here to speak of. I wish we had a fenced-in yard so I could take the dogs out with me to sit out back. It would be easier to do something different that way (only if I did it regularly, it wouldn’t be different then).
Part of me wants to work more on the herp room (cleaning the empty cages, re-arranging what I have, trying to sell some of the empty tanks, etc), but as soon as I walk in there, I get frustrated with the amount of work to be done. I quickly walk out again.
I hate this restlessness.