I am curious as to the steps required to make things happen. I’m hoping for undefined creativity, I suppose. Adventure and excitement and spinning the world around on the tip of a finger. I have no goals in mind but to find somewhere else to live, to find something I might like to do. I’m one of the young with no direction, no reason much for anything, and it chafes. Nicole dropped on-line the other day announcing that she’d found painfully cheap airfare for one week in London, all expenses paid, but for March 23rd. Not enough time for us to get our passports, but now we have a bit of a push. I’m sending letters to the lawyers today, getting a line on more work, more hours. Paperwork dominion, pushing letters down on a keyboard for a screen for fifteen bucks an hour. It’s repetitive, but he’ll sign the passport photo and I always get a hundred dollar bonus.