What IS This Feeling...?

I seem to have forgotten what it is.

It's a Friday night. 8:35. A time when people are out partying or drinking coffee or watching movies or shows or whatever else it is normal people do. And here I am in my house, wearing really comfy blue sweatpants, fuzzy mismatched socks, wrapped entirely in my royal blue Snuggie (don't judge - it's awesome) because the current temperature of my house is just a few degrees shy of rivaling that of Antarctica. I'm contemplating putting on gloves, but with my luck, all I would be able to find would be mittens which, while toasty, are not exactly condusive to blog writing.

So here I sit. The girls are at the football game in Lexington (aka GOD KNOWS WHERE). On a Friday night such as this, I, too, would ordinarily be at the game, however I am not tonight, considering it's roughly 85 miles away. Chelsea's out with some other friends. I have no idea what the rest of my friends are doing but now it's almost 9:00 and I would be laughed at if I asked someone to meet me for coffee.

Plus my current wardrobe choice would make going out awfully tricky, and I'm too lazy to change.

I have no real, pressing homework. I don't have to go to work tomorrow, so I have nothing to vent and whine and complain about. I can't even think of any projects that I've been wanting to get to but just haven't because I've been busy. I could be coloring but I'm not really inspired (although you would think a girl with a 120 pack of crayons would be constantly inspired). I could paint my toes but my feet are still cold and I really don't feel like taking off my non-matching socks. I could paint my finger nails, too, but when I do, it always comes out looking like someone with Parkinson's did the job for me.

I could try to finish "The Time Traveler's Wife" and start "A Thousand Splendid Suns" but I've already read over 100 pages today and my brain is about to explode. Plus, I'm pretty sure I've figured out what happens at the end of "The Time Traveler's Wife" and now am not all that anxious to finish it.

I already watched my DVRed episode of "Project Runway" from last night. And my father has taken control of the TV anyway, so even if I hadn't that wouldn't be an option.

So back to the words of "Wicked"...
"What is this feeling, so sudden and new?"
I believe it's called boredom.
I don't know what to do with myself.