A feeling, often called bored, is not.

It's not the correct descriptive adjective for the feeling called:

Bored.

Sitting around.
Donnwanna read,
donnwanna go somewhere,
donnwanna do anything.

My head is so bored I can't even concentrate on daydreams.
They seem to be flipping in my heart like old tvs in the 50's.
Flipping and static turn darker when the early evening descends,
announcing a flimsy end to a whole day wasted.
Through the day the fog hovered behind my eyes like a coming migraine,
and now settles on shoulders, sore for ages, shoulders getting worse,
probably needing a doctor's attention.
But that's too boring to care.

So, boring is not so boring.
Rather tense, looming, bitter.
Reeking of failure.

Looking forward to 8:00.
Earliest I can go to bed with no one knowing.

I'm miserable.