what to do

The strange thing about waking up fairly early on my day off is that I don't know what to do with myself with all the extra time I find. This isn't always the case, as I frequently have things I should be doing, or want to be doing, and it's a matter of just killing time til then. This weekend? Nope. I got nothin' but time. And particularly nasty grammar, but let's not go there. I've read through two books, found out that whenever I put one of my board games away, I smooshed the top of it's related game in with the other game, and managed to lose most of the pieces for both. I've played email tag with Cass and my father, I've ebayed til I just can't ebay no more, I helped hell freeze by watching the last half of the Lizzie Maguire movie, talked to Ryan, cleaned the one section of my room I was sure would kill me, and found myself painfully bored by this list.

I'm not exactly bored as much as I keep thinking there's something I should be doing. And no, I don't mean cleaning the whole room.