Peut-être le macramé ?

How do you get rid of boredom?
I’m currently finding hard to find anything at all worthwhile.
I’m bored of getting up, I’m bored of going to bed, I’m bored of the lab, I’m bored of my plates, of my seeds, of my tubes, of my labmates, I’m bored of week-ends, I’m bored of week days, I’m bored of watching television, I’m bored of eating salad, I’m bored of stuffing in crisps, I’m bored of feeling too fat, I’m bored of whining about my weight, I’m bored of writing, I’m bored of reading, I’m bored of driving, I’m bored of walking, I’m bored of listening to music, I’m bored of trying to find something to tell Jean every Monday night, while the only thing I feel like saying is “I’m bored”, I’m bored of this wet autumn, I’m even bored of drinking red wine, which I didn’t think could ever happen (although Jacob Creeks’s Shiraz (the only affordable bottle at Tesco’s on a Sunday night) would be a shock to anybody’s system). And more than anything I’m bored of not knowing if I’ll ever stop being bored.
I’m just hopelessly bored.
I can cope with stress, pain, anxiety, work overload, headaches, loneliness, even channel five’s Sunday night programmes.
But I obviously don’t cope very well with being bored – and with not knowing what to look forward to.