Infinite dullness

I have titled this post correctly so, for I see no progress with my life whatsoever, I typed up a storm yesterday and came up with crap, it took me a full hour to organize a movie date w/ two girlfriends, and now I'm stuck home alone, pathetically waiting for five o'clock to come. what a long wait it will be. It tells you just how pathetic I am with how little it takes to make me miserable. Sure, I have a wonderful family a great home and good food every day, but what's the use of feeling sorry for yourself when you're thinking of that? I'd like my cynical hour for the day, please. Thank you.
Other than that, everything I infinite dullness. I have nothing to do, it's hot outside, and that's pretty much it. Wheeeee.