Half-baked Gripe

I'm writing this in a vain attempt to extricate myself from the soft, cruel tentacles of boredom. This was not how it was supposed to end up. We had such gloriously exciting plans for the afternoon...board games, trivia, a movie or two, FUN. How did it come to this?
My vision is blurred and foggy, and my eyelids feel as heavy as lead. I can barely keep my eyes open. My mind is trapped in a downward spiral of atrophy. I can barely even remember who I am, what I'm here for, what I did in the last few hours. Everything is so hazy, so vague...a thick grey cloud covering everything in a dark cloud of fuzziness and apathy.
This was supposed to be a FAMILY vacation. We went away, we traveled so that we could have time together...spend quality time, talk, eat, relax, enjoy each other's company. But I guess that, without conscious effort, it's just too easy to drift apart into our own worlds, each doing their own thing. Like chemical suspensions separate into their constituent parts over time without external influence, so our family has disassociated in the past few hours. The parents have gone to visit an ill friend, the sister is engrossed in her personal online universe, and the bored brother is here typing this, frantically fending off the slow, subtle, creeping assault of crippling boredom.
But having an afternoon with no fixed agenda does afford one much time to spend in one's thoughts; a valuable asset for aspiring writers, musicians and artists. Reflection and contemplation are the wellsprings of creative thought.
(Ed - This piece ended in a miscarriage...it incubated in my mind for too long. Certain unforeseen circumstances cut off the supply of life-giving blood to the maturing embryo (I stopped being bored, because I was writing this piece. :p So the emotional charge was lost d la). Thus cut off from it's only source of life, the partially-formed composition withered away and was quietly expelled from my system)