I have the deep and abiding urge to pick up my keys, get in my car, and just drive off into wherever. Tell no one. Leave my celly on my desk at home with everything else I own and just scoot.
Nothing's wrong. Just flirting with the idea.
Why is the smart son always the gay son?" -- A NEW BRAIN, William Finn
It's good having him around.
Just kidding. Sort of.