The day of complete and utter boredom has set upon me, and what more is there to do but be in it.
I have already cleansed my living space, and the garments which I wear.
I have already composed my dreaded Extended Essay work, and read the work of William Faulkner I was assigned.
I have added color to my previously plain fingernails, and viewed a selection of my favorite films.
And yet, here I am, remaining in this stagnant day.
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