This feeling has got to go away sometime. It’s not so much that I want to travel. I want an honest-to-goodness adventure, one with monsters and villains and one-in-a-million chances and a happy ending – with a promise of another adventure soon to come.
Oh, wait, I forgot. We don’t live in Middle-Earth. Maybe I need to stop reading altogether. It’s just making me want something I can’t have.
Uggh. And I need to stop thinking, and dreaming, and hoping – hell, why don’t I stop living? I have GOT to do something.