Dear Boredom,

I am not sure how or why you affect my day so thuroughly. I have to rack my brain to think of any means to be rid of you. I think I know, then its gone and you're back.

I HATE YOU!

I want you out of my life. It's because the job is entertaining. I mean, It's rough on my body and often reduces me to a wheesing lump, but it's so far the opposite of boredom that when I'm away from it its like I'm going through withdrawls. Which makes me sound like I'm addicted to my job. And you know what? I don't think its a problem.

I am addicted to my job.

I said it. So its official. But there will be no rehab for me. You know why? My job is whats keeping me healthy. I'm in fairly good shape and only slightly insane.I'm working on the insanity. I'm pretty sure the insanity doesn't have any direct correlation to my line of work.

I went on a tangent. Sorry. Just listen boredom. You think you're all powerful and will defeat me but guess what?

You won't beat me!

Good will always win in the end. I will never give up. So I suppose this battle will rage on till one of us is extinct.

BRING IT ON! BITCH!