Days Like These

I hate days like these. The sun shines through the windows just right, and lets me know the weather is perfect. But on days like these, I feel completely void of emotion and care. I long to do something to curb my boredom, but I resist going anywhere as well. I don't know why, but I'm quite strange. No matter how clean I am, I feel this need to shower off whatever feeling is infecting my soul on days like these. I want time to move forward but want it to stand still all at the same time. I know the late afternoon has crept in from the sound of a football game obnoxiously making its way out of the downstairs television. I don't know why, but it drives me crazy. It makes me want to get out of this house, and yet I stay. I find nothing interesting and everything slightly annoying on days like these. I desperately want to get out of days like these.