I am soooooo bored.

Nothing ever seems to bore me more than anything to do with having to work till some god forsaken time on a tuesday evening in the middle of limerick. I work in a teeny tiny Industrial estate, without about 3 other people, two dogs, a tenacious window-loving spider and a large mountain to the left. So every tuesday evening I find myself here until, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 at night, and beyond boring, it sends me to a new panicky wave of infectuous freakout I like to call "spaz-tedium". Something out of the "Please jesus get me the hell out of here, I bet Im foaming at the mouth, how could I not be foaming at the mouth, ok breathe, relax, its not that long, its only JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I HAVE ANOTHER BASTARD HOUR AND A HALF LEFT and nothing to amuse myself and people will call and call and call and I'll have to work and work and oh for fuck sake" style of internal monologue. If I stare to my left, I can see a grey-black Clare mountain, a single street light and a car retardedly reversing back and forward like a demented see-saw. If I stare straight on, I can read about how buffalo flavoured crisps are suitable for vegetarians, If I stare to my right, the guy next to me can see the little bit of snot hanging low on the left nostril. About that snot, I have been trying to get rid of this thing for over an hour now. I have the tissue, I have the fingers and I have the time, its just that every time I move my hand, this guy turns towards me! This has been going on for so long now I think I've figured out the problem. I think our time killing games have overlapped. He is playing a little game whereby he is going to see if he can catch me getting the booger out before the end of work. Which is fine, we all need games to pass the day. But My game is to see if I can get out this snot without this guy seeing me before the end of work. And he's good at this too. Making my nasal excavation hand a bit sweaty. Its a bit of a stalemate.