There's nothing to do.
There. I said it.
At least finally someone did.
The house is empty. 
The books have all been read.
The games have all been played.
Now I'm so bored I'm gonna end up dead.
Like, all I have to do is write [crap] poems.
It's so exciting!
Don't you agree?

There's nothing to do...

Going through the phone
in everyone's home
checking what they're doing
because I have nothing to do.

Bored

If *necessity* is the mother of **invention**
then *killing time* is the mother of **discovery**