Could I BE any more boring?

I don't know, but apparently I'm trying REALLY HARD. At least now when people ask me what I'm up to, I can say "oh you know, work, school, the usual" instead of my previous answer, which was "oh, you know, work, the usual" and then I would launch into what would inevitably be a hilarious story about something the cats did. If by hilarious you mean "only remotely interesting to solely me and perhaps my mom." I need a hobby. I need TIME for a hobby. Mentally calculating when you can reasonably go to bed while still managing to sleep through the night and secretly taping reruns of Dawson's Creek to watch on Saturdays probably does not fall under the heading of "hobby," though I may have to check on that. I'm pretty sure that both of those things fall under the heading of "oh so pathetic," and I do NOT have to double check that.

So what's new, you ask me? Seriously, nothing. Work. School. Service Learning (read: volunteer) projects for school. I'm telling you, when school assignments start cutting into Sunday nap times, that's just not right. It happened this weekend when I was doing some service learning instead of my usual out of service napping. But the cats -- man those cats are FUNNY. I've got a story (or 85) if you're interested...

Don't worry -- I'm not going to post a story about the cats. I am however going to re-read this entry and marvel that in the short span of time between typing in the title and finishing this entry, I have indeed, surpassed my own boring record. So the answer to the question is YES, I COULD be more boring. The cats, though. The cats are never boring.