This is a poem I wrote just today (February 6, 2012) about the anxiety of my days I have been juggling since I have been on "medical leave" from work, waiting for worker’s compensation to kick in.

Boredom is often struck at the age of a love affair long enough. But boredom is not a good reason to break away with the him, let alone having an affair. Better to overcome the boredom that.

… I think the headline speaks for itself.

Exactly how the title reads. Exactly what goes on in my head.

A fun list of boredom busters.

Boredom is both the worst of tortures and the best of inspirations.

The agony that afflicts me day after day.

I sometimes fell this way. It’s not serious; just one of lifes restraints.

A song of routine and boredom.

Dedicated to those who clock watch.