I've got that restless-brain boredom that always makes work hell.
I can't read the books I brought. Can't concentrate on the Mah-Jonng I have on here. My thoughts scatter when I try to write.
Not sure what I need.
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'