She certainly wasn't in the mood for blogging when she began typing. Thinking of sentence structure that might be considered even slightly lucid seemed beyond her capacity, as she sat slumped in her chair in front of her screen.
She was tired - and by saying that I do not mean exhausted. No, she was sick and tired and utterly fed up with the on goings around her. And yes... she was also hopelessly bored. It wasn't that she had too much time on her hands and didn't know what do with it; she was just bored of whatever she had been doing.
No, she certainly hadn't been in the best of moods these days, especially not after the evening before. In fact, the whole day yesterday seemed to be dedicated to show her just how short her fuse could possibly get. Just when she thought she had reached the limit, something else popped up, if only just to prove that things could in fact get worse.
Yes, sometimes she did wish that they would all just drop dead. It didn't even matter just how annoying they were. Granted, some were more annoying than others, but then again they didn't call death "the great equalizer" for nothing.

Tonight she was dying to leave the house. She longed for a long quiet walk along the riverfront before waltzing into a club alone and dancing the night away in the midst of a throng of bobbing heads, swaying hips, the lights, the booze, the music; the noise of it all around her. She would get lost in that noise, let it engulf her; let it drown out everything else.

But she didn't go out. She stayed home instead and sat in front of her screen, at times typing - even though she didn't feel like it, at times thinking of sentence structure, and at times gazing longingly into the night outside the window.

As she heard her parents and their guests laughing from their seats in the living room, she thought she knew how it felt like to be the loneliest person in the world.
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