As the title suggests perhaps it's just a crisis of existence but does anyone else feel like they're just passing time before it's time to die? This is a bit of a confession considering the last major period of posting for me was as admin but hey, it's either here, Reddit, or Facebook and here gives a weird sort of anonymity where no one knows me but kind of does. Maybe my life's swimming pool has the waves set just right but however hard I paddle I'm staying in one place, the only way is back or down. Good god that metaphor's tortured, I'll try again; it's Friday night and I'm fucking bored. Why? Because my friends are out doing shit with their other halves or other friends (not even close to local so I can't join them if they wanted me to). I want to take off somewhere randomly but I don't know where... and planning kind of defeats the object. I debated posting this in CO but then I thought why not open it up to the random denizens I can only assume have flooded the boards since I departed, and Icepick? So come on, guys, do your douchebag worst!