What does one do with oodles of free time?

I really have nothing substantial to do with my life anymore. I wake up, I sit around, I apply for jobs and today I climbed a mountain. Beyond that, my life is one big snoozefest. I chitty chat with friends and such, but I just have no interest in hanging out I guess. Sometimes I just feel too tired to care. That's never good.

I am trying to read a book today. I read a few chapters, get bored and stop. Then I start pacing the apartment which makes CJ antsy and angry because he's trying to watch a movie. I'm just trying to find something to occupy my mind. The internet is letting me down and I just don't feel chatty enough to call someone and let them blather in my ear.

You know what keeps me happy?



Thinking about Mr. Darcy.