Boredom on Sunday

Moving on the inside of my brain,
bouncy balls of random thought.
What to do today?
time for boredom!
I exit my room, past the dead cow-
My mother says its a leather couch...
I doubt her judgement.
After all, this IS the same woman who let my SISTER name me.

Into the kitchen, cavernous and jungle-like
due to the dollar General plastic plants that line the walls.
Dive into the fridge, the imagination stove burner turned on high.
Look! A green blob in a container!
Reminder- Must ask mother what alien left us a gift of green blob in the fridge.

I grab a Pepsi and Pocky-
Quite an odd combination for an odd individual.
Surprise, surprise: Water on the counter.
Maybe there is a small bacteria colony living in it,
armed with bacteria torture methods and bacteria guns and cannons, just for your immune system.
I'm proud of them.

back to my den, my existence, my room.
Back to a nice book filled with evil things.
Ah, to be a book character...
I would be the only one you could never understand,
and you could never predict what I would do next in the story.

I scarf my Pocky- After all it is my favorite snack food,
and no one can be too careful or cautious with snack fiends on the loose.
Boredom snakes through my brain-
Nothing to do on a Sunday.

Alas, Pepsi is gone- Time to nap.
Shall I curl up like a cat?
Lay ramrod straight?
What will I dream of?
How about flying flaming onigiri?
Ah, but no one would know that that's Japanese for rice balls...
Dib Dab Dibbles Dob Droobly.
I can't nap, my brain is too active from boredom,
my minds daily exercise.
I like to think of it as weightlifting.
Or a back-and-forth exercise of thought.
Perhaps volleyball?

Oh no, I'm slipping away...
Farewell poor brain.
You have gone to boredom hell,
and I cannot save you even if I tried.
Not that I'm trying.
I would save you, but...
I'm too bored.