Me and my Schnoodle

Tonight it's just me and my Schnoodle. The woman is away on business and so I am left to myself. And I have bored myself . I have sang Karaoke for two hours, watched the primary unfold, spent hours on the gopher hole site and still bored. Now my throat is sore, the one republican candidate I liked is an incredibly uninteresting speaker, nothing new is being said in gopherville and so I start this blog.

As I get older it seems that boredom permeates everything. Anything new is soon infected and suffers the same fate. Shriveling to a near death experience, not quite dead but needing to be. And I collect these things, little tokens of promise stored away in my decaying gray matter. A collection of might have beens, proof of a wasted existence. There's value there, don't think there ain't. At any time I can pull out one of those little prizes and show anyone what I could have done had I really wanted to. Had I been a little more motivated. Had I not played the whole adventure through in my brain to completion and saw that it all would bring me back to the same place; looking for something to capture my imagination, something to stop the constant boredom.

So I tap away with my leaking schnoodle sitting patiently by. He doesn't suffer my affliction. The least bit of attention and he gets so excited. A dogs life.