Winter of my Discontent

Tomorrow is my family's Christmas, and while I'm looking forward to being with everyone I'm also dreading the aftermath. The grey part of vacation. Two of the most mind-bendingly wretchedly dull weeks of the year.

It's starting to unnerve me. Why am I so afraid of being bored? And why, if being bored is so bad, can't I find anything fun to do? That's pretty telling, isn't it? I have a two-week paid vacation, and I can't think of anything I want to accomplish or enjoy during this break.

And nothing much I want to accomplish next semester, either.

OK, must do some hard thinking, and see if I can't come up with decent alternatives. I can't keep living like this. Barely living like this.