Sunday afternoons

The Sunday doldrums of my youth seem to have returned this weekend. It's not so much that I don't drive myself crazy all week long, going in fifteen different directions, not staying on topic long enough to finish any project completely. Not so much that I write run on sentences that seem to have escaped 4th grade grammar prison, either - apparently.

There is no other word for what I am experiencing right now. I am bored. Just plain bored. How can this be possible? I have so much work around the apartment that it seems there is no possible way to get a toe-hold on the entire affair. I'm so tired I wish I could sleep for a week, but at the same time I don't think I could if I tried.

I would have said it was laziness up until about a half-an-hour ago, but I really think it is something else. Creatively, I feel stumped. I don't know what I am going to do about it, but right now I feel I desperately need a creative outlet to get some brain activity moving.