Once upon a time, when I was a wee lass, I found myself completely and utterly bored out of my mind. My toys brought me no joy. I was not allowed to watch television. I had read all of my books at least two times over. I whined. I kvetched. I threw myself upon the couch like a lovesick woman waiting for their beloved to return from the war. My mom would hear none of it. "If you're bored then you're boring," she'd say without looking up from her tea, cigarettes, and crosswords. Though I don't ne…