My interest begins to wane

I think I am bored with it.

You know when you get to that space, when it’s like, I’m bored with this, that’s it, there is nothing protracted in the realisation. That’s how I feel, I’m bored with it and it’s nobody’s fault, it’s just how its turned out.

I do tend to get to this point every so often and well I think I need a hair cut and then I need to ‘throw out the opinions, the prejudices, and theories until there is nothing left. Then I need to throw out the nothing.’

It was a tough day back in the office, things just kept on coming and even when I wanted to quietly leave the phone began to get up its tricks.

And I’m bored with it, bored with it all.