ARGH

i am bored out of my small everloving mind

Edit 16.33: people waiting i couldn't help, whilst interviewing officers already had people with them and a half hour appointment stretches out to one hour forty minutes and i had things to do out the back, but couldn't leave the front desk where that poor man had already been waiting for over an hour to see somebody, particularly since there was nobody else to answer the phones and when i did answer the phones I could only take messages cause i can only help with low level things and finance stuff and issues with respite care need to go to somebody else who isn't available to take the call and nobody was around on the net to talk to and i couldn't think of anything to write and I JUST WANTED TO SCREAM and typing stuff out doesn't work unless i can hit the publish button - i am hopeless because only the act of releasing the words out into a public space, regardless of the fact that nobody may read them, so really it is just the same as typing something in word and saving it, or not, or even printing it out and shredding it, so i don't see WHY it makes a difference but it just does, seems to serves as a satisfying way to vent without physical demonstration of aggravation and i was trying so hard to stop blogging for a while cause it is silly to be so enslaved to a particular means of releasing frustration and i am a grown person and should be able to do something else instead of blogging which is probably a pointless endeavour anyway, at least in my case, as i am not blogging with an aim or a cause or an ambition and i did so want to be more still and not need outside objects/machines/things, kind of like in Monkey when they say all the world is an illusion etc etc etc *breathe* have you seen the Monty Python sketch about the Travel Agent? It was on Live at the Hollywood Bowl DVD.