Bored of Being Busy

It’s 9:42 and as I type one handedly I begin to question how much dedication she has. I await the call that will end my incredibly slow day. Like continential drift slow. This will be the pace at which my life sits for the next 6 weeks, and the worst part about it is, I know it’s coming and that it is inevitable. No amount of drugs or entertainment can change this. Although I’ve done it all before, there is one difference that could make this tragedy…bearable. And I await it now. It may only be a phone call or conversation but, thats all that is required. it’s now 9:55, and I will continue to wait, for that is all I can do.