Time/What's Become of Me?

I have a fear of being bored. Having nothing to do. Which is amazing considering that I can waste more time than anyone I know. Say pro-cras-tin-a-tor... I think the dictionary actually mentions my name in the definition. For as long as I can remember I have armed myself with books, magazines, notebooks and pens as a safety net in case of unforeseen time on my hands. So what's the point? I'm just procrastinating. I have to take my car to the shop and I'm imagining all of the free time stretching out before me. I'd better go pack my bags...