Get ready to die. I, the woman with an agenda 212 miles long, recently found myself — gasp! — bored. I realize this comes as a huge shock. Take some deep breaths. Sip some water. Okay, let’s resume now. Yes, it’s true, I was actually bored in Albuquerque.
Tongue firmly in cheek? You betcha. Of course I found myself bored in Albuquerque. It happens all the ever-loving time. It’s the Land of Mañana, dahling. We’ll do it all tomorrow. Today, however, we aren’t doing much of anything whatsoever. I have no qualm with this. A little loafing now and then is cherished by the wisest men. Am I right, or am I right? If you live here, you pretty much know I’m right.
About that loafing ... how are you spending your quality nonproductive time? Sure, there’s the norm: reading, trash TV, movies, games, staring at the ceiling, etc., but are you doing much else? If not, it’s time to learn the art of loafing fabulously.
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