Thoughts At Twenty-Three

This will be, if not an intrinsically interesting post, at least one written in an interesting scenario - I am currently 22 years old and yet will be 23 when I type the last word. Admittedly, I wasn't born until about 3am, so it's a slightly silly and arbitrary distinction, but that's what statistics are and, legally, what I said in the first sentence was correct. Oh, for the record, I actually turned 23 during that last sentence. I was hoping to build up to it but I got waylaid.
You know that Beatles lyric, 'and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make' (or something)? I wonder if that works for boredom (or, rather, excitement). If, for instance, instead of just sitting here and writing about writing about writing about being bored, I attempted to brighten your (the reader's) existence in some way, would karma find a way of making my life brighter in turn? Let's see.
List of things you should do to make your life more exciting:

1. Read Dave Gorman's blog - this man is funny in a subtle, clever, engaging and wise sort of way, and in addition to reading this blog you should read his books and generally stalk him.
2. Listen to Just A Minute - admittedly, this is not entirely unrelated to point number one in the list, as it sometimes features Dave Gorman and it is thanks to him that I listen to it.
3. Experience a piece of musical history - what a song and what a way to capture it.
4. Take a walk up a hill and watch the scenery. Some great things can't be reached via your left mouse button.

Did it seem like I was trying to make a point with that last one? If I was then it was a very hypocritical point and I'm sorry. Man, if only I'd stopped before this paragraph, that might have been a good ending for once. Perhaps it would seem clever if I mirrored the introduction in some way? Perhaps not. Either way, regardless of whether this is an intrinsically interesting ending it is, at least, an ending of sorts. I'm getting there.