I have now joined the economy of boredom. I am a receptionist at a company with no phone and I can't go home at night. The question is, am I "showing up to work" or taking a vacation to nowhere? The webcam is one more step in the pornography of boredom, there isn't even multiple characters or plot to diffuse the image of a human in the act of waiting. Staring at a clock is like staring at the sun, fortunately my clock is dimmer, more mysterious. Every once in while I fantasize about opening the door and running out, but what I am I going to do after that? Go to the gas station? I'm definitely going to run out of books. I made some peanut butter cookies.