So yes, it is a rainy Sunday and I am headache-y, eating donuts, and wondering whether I left my dignity at the bar along with my credit card for the bar tab. It was my belated birthday party with Mr. Jaeger and some new friends.

Curled up in bed with Bill Bryson’s The Lost Continent* this morning, I stumbled across this passage:

I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted, or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored.

This bit caught my attention particularly today because yesterday (see previous) I was so easily made happy by small things. This would seem to indicate that my life is boring. But perhaps I am actually overstimulated and thus easily bored and therefore enchanted by these small pleasures, which in turn get me overstimulated once more.

Huh?

I have to think about this a little more. It seems like a vicious circle of logic to me right now, but in this addled state, most things are going in circles.

What do you think?

* The man’s work is inherently and unendingly quotable. Someday I will index it all so I don’t have to keep going back and saying “Now where did he write that hilarious bit about Rupert Murdoch?” because frankly, things like that sometimes keep me up at night.