I'm bored.

It's Saturday night and I'm hanging out at home by myself. That's pretty much standard, but I'm still more bored than usual. The Nationals are going to start playing soon, which is cool, but I don't really care all that much about the Nats, though I do generally enjoy watching them, and baseball in general.

I was up at 5:45 this morning to go to this Boot Camp that they have in Lincoln Park in Northeast DC, but apparently it was canceled. It would have been nice to get that email before I drove downtown for a 7:00 a.m. class, but I guess it's not that big a deal. They sent the email at 8:30, which I think is pretty poor customer service, but I got it through a Groupon so I guess I can't expect much. Then I went to my sister's house to help her move furniture, shower, and head to work for orientation. I was finally back at home at 4:00 p.m., and I ate cold leftover Chinese food (basically the first food I had eaten all day). So, I'm pretty beat. And my parents are out of town helping my grandfather get set to move in with us, so I'm by myself this weekend.

And I'm bored.

Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be bored, because I'm an adult, which I know is a weird thing to think. Everyone can be bored, but for some reason, boredom to me seems like a lack of discipline. I could find something to do I'm sure (work out, make food, become engrossed in some other activity, do something productive like clean my room), but instead I sit here and do... nothing. And complain about it. Of course, part of the reason I'm not doing any of those things is because I'm also pretty exhausted right now, but I still could be doing something. And yet, here I sit, watching the Nationals and complaining about how I have nothing to do. It seems kind of childish.

Also, I can't get my Netflix to work. I find this frustrating. My life is so hard.