I watch movies and I read magazines (sometimes) and what kills me is the pictures of places I've never been. I'd cut off my favorite toe to spend my life putzing around Europe and then maybe to India then Indonesia then Japan then god knows where. Teaching English or something.

And yet the reality is that I've seen Florida, once, and I've seen Canada, once.

How can this be?

The feeling I get in my stomach when I contemplate dying without ever having seen these places is almost identical to the feeling I get in my stomach when I contemplate the fact that Bush still has three more years to go.

Vroom vroom. Time to get my ass in gear.