Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Speeding Out Of Trumpton

Time flies by when you're the driver of a train....etc. When you are not the driver of a train or indeed doing much else, time passes so slowly that it almost appears to be going backwards. I am bored, very bored in fact. I've always tried to establish where my limits and thresholds lie, at times when I've needed to push myself it is useful to know when to back off. I know I can go for 3 days without any sleep but that I will need days to recover afterwards. I know that after working more than 36 hours solid its best not to drive yourself home. Well now I have established a new limit, my boredom threshold. Its a subtle combination of lack of playmates, lack of resources, too much time and too little stimulation. The lack of resources part is not strictly true, it's just that I've pretty much run out of things to do with the ones at my disposal. I even got to the point where doing some exercise is looking attractive, so I must be really bored.