Idle pleasures for an idle bastard

Attila in typical pose when inspecting housework.

This post finds your author just a bit bored with things. It has been a fairly quiet Sunday and I have been pottering around polishing things and doing a bit of generalised cleaning but I have run out of impetus to do anything remotely productive. Actually, while I think of it, most of the polishing and generalised cleaning has been done toward entirely selfish ends anyway: my bookshelf is dusted and waxed with the books also similarly freed from dust; my shoes have a layer of polish on them and are drying awaiting a treatment to make them the shiniest things in the universe; and everything else such as hanging out washing and cleaning the kitchen have only been done to escape a verbal hiding from Attila the Wife which I shall probably get for doing/not doing something else.

I'm bored.

"Hulk not like Cohiba smell. Smell bad."

I'm bored and I am also procrastinating from doing study for an Advance Land Law exam that occurs next week. Advanced Land Law is the second most boring thing in the world* and I doubt I have retained an iota of information given to me in lectures and readings throughout the last semester. Instead of studying for this exam I would much rather be outside in the fresh air, tainting the drying washing with the smell of a superb, aromatic Cuban cigar while I idly scan a book with a tall glass of rum. It's a funny thing, cigar smoke. It makes Attila even angrier than she usually is, similar to the picture above. I rather like the smell of cigar smoke with its suggestions of sultry Caribbean evenings, coffee, dusty cocoa, nutmeg, sandalwood and dark chocolate. The result of any suggestion of those aromas in the air, on the washing or on me, no matter how many times I brush my teeth, shower or change my clothes afterward, is that I get an endless tirade about how she doesn't like the smell. She doesn't elaborate as to her reasons, she is just completely intolerant. Her diatribe takes place at a vocal pitch that causes glass to consider shattering and at a volume that would have a Scandinavian heavy metal band wide eyed with wonder.

Attila the Wife is currently out of the house, so with that in mind I shall wait until she gets home and I will get my Advanced Land Law book and sit outside with a stogie. I find this will be a nice compromise of forcing myself to do something I hate with the reward of enjoying something I love. The residual satisfaction of irritating Attila will be a bonus that should alleviate some of my current boredom and amuse our neighbours.
*I was going to add what the most boring thing in the world is, but meh.