I watched the entire first season of Twin Peaks and part of the second tonight. I did this instead of researching leads or the background for an article I have to turn in the second draft of in less than 24 hours. And I work tonight. And I haven't been to sleep yet.
I feel like I'm looking for a life of simplicity, where I'm able to just follow my whims and do what I like without having to worry about the things that keep me rooted here. I see friends only a few years older than me having - continuing to have - adventures to other parts of the world and it's like, they don't have to worry about money (apparently); they don't have to worry about things keeping them rooted to one spot. I had dreams of living a nomadic life where everything I saw got weaved into some kind of truth, a globe-trotting catalogue of all the news I could fit between my ears and on the page by 25. Yet somehow, I've developed the roots of a 46-year-old accountant.
And now I'm doing the thing where I vent and whine to a social network about problems that aren't just first-world, they're pretty much yuppie problems. Fuck's sake y'all.