Blondie's "Rapture" has been playing on a tape loop in my head for a good two days, and while I've always loved the song, I'm about 14 runs of "Now he only eats guitars!" from drooling, shrieking madness. And no distractions are readily apparent: I'm in the midst of my work week so drinking myself insensate isn't really an option, and I can't watch hockey for a few weeks.
Anyone with the slightest sense of current affairs knows, though... the Winter Olympics are on! And I can't watch hockey? No -- the games (aside from the U.S. team) are being broadcast on MSNBC, a channel I've watched a grand total of zero times over the years... so I was unaware until Wednesday morning that it wasn't a part of my cable package. I debated quickly shelling out for the expanded package, but really, would it have been worth it to spend a ton of money to watch a couple weeks of Olympic hockey? In perhaps the first incidence of fiscal responsibility of my life (I shelled out for the NHL Center Ice package, after all), I decided no.
If the Czechs keep on losing to the Swiss, anyhow, I won't miss much, other than the chance to root against Team Canada.
Anyway: my focus group has informed me that posts about hockey are not a hit. So onward. The travel bug is starting to set in again, and I desperately need to start making plans to go someplace. Southeast Asia is almost certain -- after the Warsaw Pact-centric theme of most of my travels, I need to broaden myself a bit. But I think I can probably wrangle another overseas trip later in the year and that's what's causing a great internal debate. Go back to the Czech Republic? Visit Hungary? Finland? Russia? South America? Eritrea?
There is something that never fails to be invigorating about deplaning overseas, in a drab airport surrounded by signage in a mysterious (ok, usually Slavic) language. It's probably helped keep me sane over the past few years of fluctuating work schedules and Atlantan ennui. This is the longest I've gone in about four years without having a new trip confirmed and I think it's starting to show -- restlessness, increased dissatisfaction, "Rapture" running through my brain.
So, readers, all six of you: what should move up the list? Cast your ballots, though I reserve the right to count them Haiti-style.