Bored?

I was at work for nine and a half hours on Tuesday. My day at work consists of drinking as much tea as I possibly can, reading the entire NY Times, reading all the new magazines that have come in, faxing pictures I've made to the main office, and generally trying to stay awake.
I also periodically call the main office to inquire what day it is, and offer the same polite greeting and smile to the various clients who make their way past my desk.
Towards the last half hour of work, I basically do nothing but count down the minutes until I can go home to sleep. On this day, I took all of our business cards and made a giant card castle. I made a little hat for a glue-stick and gave it arms out of match sticks, and positioned him next to the castle as though he were about to storm it. I like to imagine he was some kind of conquistador. Surprisingly about four people who walked by asked me if I was getting bored.
Yes. Yes, finally after nine hours of doing absolutely nothing did the monotonous day start to get to me. Now, half an hour before I could leave did I finally realize my job consists of me trying everything I can think of to stay conscious. Did they think the rest of the day was mentally stimulating? Were they under the impression that the workload of a receptionist was a tough and challenging job that requires more education than second grade?
Yes. I was getting bored. I had been getting bored since I walked off the subway at six-thirty in the morning, and I remained getting bored until I was able to grab my coat and walk out of the building to clock-out. True, mine is a mindless dead-end day job, and true, I've been there for nearly a year, so all of this is my fault, but I can't help but be offended that people apparently think that I actually am thrilled to come into work in the morning to sit on my ass and repeatedly wish people a good morning, only to finally become a little bored after nine straight hours of nothing.