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I once compained about being bored. I'm sure God wasn't impressed. I had so much trauma in my life after that, boredom never felt so good after that. Then I read the book of Ecclesiastes. This guy exalted boredom on a level I never new. Vanity of vanities; all is vanity. And he had everything a man could want. There was no desire denied him. Why did I think that boredom was greener on the other side of the fence? It eludes me. Enjoy your boring day; it might be your last. ;-)