And they said you couldn't die of boredom

I walk in circles around my kitchen. I walk upstairs and circle my bedroom. Then back down to circle the living room. Molly follows me EVERYWHERE. I can't escape her. She incessantly rings the bell to go sit outside, but she doesn't just sit there. The second I turn my back, she's trying to wriggle through the hole in the fence. I'm getting dumber by the minute from lack of stimulation.