Today I awoke with Ennui.
Don’t know what Ennui is? Let me provide you with a scene from the Gilmore Girls which might explain it a little bit…
[The phone is ringing. Michel is leaning on the front desk. Lorelai places a large stack of folders on the desk and starts separating them into piles.]
LORELAI: Michel, get that please.
MICHEL: I cannot.
LORELAI: Michel, we’ve been over this, we all cover the phone, that includes you.
MICHEL: Don’t misunderstand. I want to answer it, I truly did, but today, today I am suffering from ennui.
MICHEL: Severe ennui. You know what ennui is, yes?
LORELAI: Yes. Um, Webster’s defines ennui as a lazy soon to be out of work French concierge who won’t answer the phone.
MICHEL: Look, I’ve had my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead, and that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry lady, I have ennui.
LORELAI: So, you’re sleepy?
MICHEL: It’s a metaphysical angst.
LORELAI: So, you wanna go beddy bye?
MICHEL: You make light, it increases my ennui.
LORELAI: Okay, that’s it. Come on you need coffee.
That is so me this morning. Filled with Ennui. The list of things I want to do is long and filled with fun, the list of things I have to do is longer and more pressing and not nearly as fun…
I want to re-do my bathroom (new shower curtain, regular curtain, paint vanity etc.)
I need to string banners, write newsletter.
I want to re-paint my bedroom, design the new website for jerusalemgreer.com (coming soon,) sit on my bed and read magazines.
I need to finish work on a website for another client, clean my bedroom