I’m bored. I am so, terribly bored. It’s Sunday, and I’m surprisingly not hungover, and on this Sunday I’m alone. Boyfriend is playing baseball. Roommate 1 is in bed sick. Roommate 2 is spending the day at an event with her family.

It’s going to rain soon, so although I’m tempted to throw in my earbuds and go for a stroll, I’m not. I don’t want to get caught in the rain. I’ve been sitting in bed reading through the blogosphere for almost 2 hours and it’s been about all I can take.

I need a hobby. It’s such a simple statement. I need a hobby. But the problem that that statement describes is actually a lot harder to solve than the simplicity of the statement implies. Rattling off a list of hobbies is easy. But come on. Bike riding? Scrapbooking? Origami? Let’s be serious. Finding a hobby that is entertaining, fulfilling, realistic, inexpensive… and well… just appealing to me is hard. Everything I think of entails money. And I strongly believe that finding the right hobby should not break the bank. Possibly not even tap into the bank. And although my roommate just reminded me that most hobbies tend to be things you tackle alone – I don’t want to do something alone! I get bored when I’m alone for too long.

Heather, Ashley and the rest of the Gibs knit and crochet, but I just think I’ll get bored! What is wrong with me! Always, always bored.