This is the state of mind that would send me to my mother, saying 'I'm BOORRRRED." But Momma knew better, oh yes.
This isn't bordom. There's PLENTY of interesting things to do. I just don't want to do anything, up to and including deliberately doing nothing. There may be a component of depression in there, too. Not big 'D' Depression, just little 'd', I-can-sleep-it-off depression.
With that thought, I believe it's bedtime. It may well be that Kochou does not make it to Naka-Kon. And I know precisely who to blame. Me.
