I know, I know...people over twelve-years-0ld aren't SUPPOSED to complain about being "bored".
I filled my hours with writing a new play, which is almost done, but I'm still not quite happy with it.
I then watched a few hours of Adolf Hitler documentaries on the Military Channel. (Those shows are rather addictive.)
And then I thought, "Maybe I should call somebody-up and completely pour my heart-out to them."
If Drew Barrymore was playing me, it would have worked out extremely well. That person would have proclaimed his affections back. There would be a very happy ending.
However, I realized this is NOT a movie, I am NOT Drew Barrymore, and it's best to start a new novel than do anything so hopelessly romantic and drastic as that.
There is, though, a part of me that wonders, "Well...what if I did that???"