Boredom

I'm one of those types who says "if you're bored, you're boring!" because I very rarely, if ever, get bored. However I have noticed that I tend to get brief spells of boredom lately. All my years working, I would generally make good use of my free time, usually getting home from work by 6pm and usually staying up until 1am (or later) reading, writing, listening to and creating music, and, well, spending too much time on the interent where I would read, write, listen to and create music. The other night I noticed that, in my currently unemployed state, I have the freedom to sit around for up to an hour at any given time, doing absolutely nothing, and still have enough spare moments to accomplish everything I need to for the day. My usual schedule these past 8 business days:

9am to 12pm:
Wake up, drink some water, use the facilities, go online to see lack of responses toward resumes sent out the previous day, send out up to 5 more for various job offers.

12pm to 1pm:
Contemplate eating something, get to it eventually, clean up the kitchen.

1pm to 5pm:
Read a whole lot with periodic breaks to wander online doing nothing in particular.

5pm to 7pm:
Repeat the whole eating/cleaning ritual with company in the form of my employed girlfriend upon her triumphant daily return to our domicile.

7pm to 2am:
Read some more, watch a movie, enjoy some quality time with the better half, spend at least 1 hour doing absolutely fucking nothing, read/write/movie/www/music/repeat.

2am to 4am:
Periodically wake up on the couch with the lights still on, finally wander off to bed groggily wishing ill will to myself and others that have done me harm over the years.

There are a lot of gaps there, and considering my system of sending out resumes is down to a veritable science, with nearly all have been ignored/rejected thusfar, my daily tasks are very rarely interrupted by the occasional interview or followup email. Other than those few exceptions, most days have looked like this so far. I think after 13 solid years of employment in my young and full-on adult life I've deserved this bit of a break, but then again the very notion of me justifying that proves that I do, in fact, grow weary with the frustration of it all. I have given myself a complete month to try to find a career in a path I actually desire (writing), but I'm not even at the halfway point and have become a bit bored with all this extra time on, in, above, and out of my hands.

Oh well, at least I've quadrupled my reading habits for the time being.