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I'm sitting here, smoking a cigarette and talking some severe amounts of trash with the Wee Ninja on ICQ, while I should be doing dishes and going to bed.

I don't want to go to work tomorrow, I want to go to the sea. As a matter of fact, I want to leave the apartment right now and drive down to the ocean. I've got a full tank of gas, I could do it. Just me, my cds, the car and the wind coming through my open windows.

I won't do it, because my need for a semi-decent paycheck usually over-rides my desire to do self-gratifying things. But, I want to.

Oh, I want to.