I am an otter, or a hobbit, or a bananaing psychopath. It does not matter what you call me, but remember, I am bored. I am bored with life and the mysteries of the cosmos. I am bored with the notion that there exists a possibility that there is an infinite number of parrallel universes that coexist side-by-side, and I am bored with the fact that all of the quarks, atoms, and particles in our bodies and in everything we touch was forged in the incomprehensibly massive implosion of a dying nuetron star, which at the time was the only thing that existed. Not even time itself existed, so we can not say that it existed then, because by saying that we are inadvertingly saying that it existed at a time. Still with all this pondering and mind bending thinking, I am bored. However, I am reminded everyday, that it is my fault that I am bored with everything. 
This is all I must say.
Everything about me summed up.
Not that it matters.
-B0red 0tter