I Can't Come Up with a Witty Title.

Every now and again I get this funky feeling in my body that makes me not want to sleep in my bed. I feel like sleeping, just not in my own bed. This is weird because I really like my bed. I have this feeling right now, so I am debating on sleeping on a pallet on the floor of my bedroom or on the living room couch. I'm leaning towards the couch, because constructing a pallet can be hard work.

I want to go to Arabia (does anyone call it "Arabia" anymore?). I want to go to Latin America. I want to go to Spain. I want to go to Africa. I want to go places where the sun is fierce and the culture is beautiful. I want to go places where the people are dark-complected because I want to be dark. My pale skin is insufficient.

I want to dance right now, but there's not really anyone to dance with.

You know, I could leave the country this summer for two whole years? Weird.