Watching paint dry would be infinitely more amusing than what I've been doing at the Real Job (tm) lately. At least then I would have the hope of getting high on the paint fumes. But no, we are stuck with the most unbelievably mind-numbing, soul-sucking tasks this week.
You would think, being this bored, that it would lend me more time to write, in amongst. You would be wrong. This much boredom isn't good for creativity, and I spent all day painfully grinding out about 600 more words on chapter 16. While they were decent and offered interesting insight into the character...I have the sinking feeling I'll be cutting/severely editing them in later revisions.
Ah well, that's what first drafts are for.