Get A Life.

Since about 4 this afternoon, I've been at home with nothing to do. And during the past say 6 hours, I've tried to fill my night's worth of time off, with absolutely anything. For about an hour, i sat on the computer and revisited the same sites over and over. After that, I walked into the living room, stared out the window expecting something out of the ordinary to happen. You can probably assume nothing did. I then came back in my room and alternated between revisiting those same sites, and watching FOUR episodes of Family Guy. Now, as I sit here, blogging and watching reruns of the Office (which I guess isn't completely pointless) I started to get this overwhelming feeling of shame. I started to pray that I stop wasting my time like i so often do, by filling it with stuff that will never matter. I'm sure that God has kept me breathing for other reasons than simply waiting to die. Sometimes, I can be a ridiculous excuse for anything. Or nothing.