I feel like a Lethargarian (inhabitant of the Doldrums) from The Phantom Tollbooth

Spring Break. Each year, from the start of my college undergraduate career, I look forward to having that week off in the early Spring. When I am fed up with the fact that I have to go to class and the nagging stresses that tell me that I don’t understand nearly enough of the material in my courses, I can think ahead to having an entire week off from school, where I can sleep in, play games, and do whatever the heck I want to do.

Spring Break. Each year, from the start of my college undergraduate career, I realize on about Tuesday of the break why exactly I shouldn’t look forward to having that week off in the early Spring. It’s monumentally, mind-numbingly boring. I’ve polished off some Dostoevsky, read a short work on evolutionary psychology, watched a handful of movies, researched Nigeria just because I was curious, played about 40 hours of computer games, and slept in as much as I need to. Now I want to DO something.

I’ve gradually come to the conclusion that I need something to do each day (or at least on most days). The fact of the matter is that I’m insanely bored right now. I’m fully out of things to do for the week, and I’ve completed all of my ‘projects’ for the week – including deep-cleaning the grout in my bathroom - with the exception of going to the bank to deposit a check. It should give you some idea of the ennui I’m trying to combat here that I’ve decided to put off the trip to the bank until Friday so as to give me something to look forward to.

I don’t know if anybody is in town right now, but if you are, let me know and maybe we could hang out or something.