You know the feeling when you're really bored, looking for something to do, but don't really care what you end up doing as long as time passes, and just sort of wish the day would go by faster?
It's like it doesn't really matter whether you're bored or not, 'cause no matter what you do, you're still only doing it to pass the time until the end of the day...
It's kinda depressing...
Unless of course the *reason* your doing it is because there's some sort of event in the not-too-distant-future that is so brilliant that life until that point doesn't really matter...
