I am about to crawl out of my skin from boredom. It's 10 a.m. Friday morning and I can't make up my mind on what to do; should I get in the truck and head out to see the redneck, call a friend and have lunch or go back to bed and feast on more Netflix.

I don't ever tell the redneck about when or what time I am coming to see him because I don't want to hear about his disappointment or frustration when I change my mind and turn around, half way there. He keeps telling me that he loves me  "for all that you are, you're crazy as a bug with a mood that can swing on a dime, but my goodness, you can get so frustrating at times."  Oh hell. I guess I live my life frustrating people and boring myself to death.