The Legion, otherwise known as Keeping the voices at bay....

14:57

Have you ever been so bored that you literally sit on your ass in the same spot for an hour trying like hell to think of something to do?

Such is my life. Lately that's how I feel. I haven't played any games for almost two weeks. I barely boot up the computer, then usually only to weed out my inbox. I actually did the dishes the other day just for something to do. How pathetic is that?

You could say the only reason I'm even updating is because I'm bored. There's not really been much to report. My life is almost nonexistant. I get up, eat, watch tv, work on the baby blanket, eat again, talk to Junior on his lunch break, watch some more tv, baby blanket again, eat, steal the car and go get some Timmie's, annoy Junior, work on blanket, watch tv, eat, eat, tv, eat, sleep. See what I mean?

Granted I do have some days when I actually get to do things that don't turn my brain to mush. I went for coffee with Sonya the other day, then over to Cindy's for a visit. That was nice. And I have plans to go to Cindy's monday night for movies and clothes. She's going to give me some of her old clothes that just might fit me in my current state of pregancy. Otherwise it's getting a little much. I can't wait until the baby's here. At least that will be something to do. I hate all this waiting.

I still haven't gotten my first EI check. Damn government. It's been 26 days since I applied. And nothing, not one cent. Bastards. Hopefully by my next doctor's appointment on the 6th.

In case you're wondering after my last entry, I'm working on a full-blown case of denial about my stepdad. Just kidding. He's hanging in there. His condition is such that we'll have a fair amount of warning at the end. He hasn't been placed on oxygen yet, which is a good sign. And from what his wife said, he's still able to go to work. Also good.

Besides, me worrying myself sick is not going to help. If anything it would just make him mad. He doesn't like us to worry about him. So I'm trying.

I still haven't really told too many people about it. Oh, Junior and Chris know, as well as everyone who reads my diary. But most of my friends don't know yet. I don't want them to start worrying too.

I have two weddings to go to in the next few weeks. Ugh. I'm really not looking forward to playing nice with people I don't know. Or having people I do know rubbing my belly like they have a right. I really can't stand that. And telling them not to does no good at all. Maybe if I puke on one of them the next time...[cue evil laughter]

I almost did puke on V. the other day. It was after Junior's graduation lunch. She grabbed me going out to the car and proceeded to push on my belly to try and get the baby to move. Right after I just had a huge lunch. I so wanted to kill her. Like she would even have been able to feel the baby if it had moved. Most of the really strong kicks, the ones other people can actually feel, happen late in the evening. Not right after a meal.

In any case, I'm off to try and find something to do. Maybe I'll go infect Junior. After all, my boredom appears to be contagious.