Nothing to do, nothing to do... put some mustard in your shoe. Drive a nail in your foot, fill your hair full of soot. Rub some jelly on the wall, lick it off and call for more. I think that this was the Shel Silverstien poem that I started to memorized back in high school. I like it because I sometime's feel bored and yet I am still trying to think of things to do to keep my mind occupied. I don't need that much anymore. I am trying to assess what I have left up there.