I'm antsy. I'm microwaving a frozen meal, but it's one of the good ones from the froufrou natural foods section. I keep chewing on tea tree oil-impregnated (really, that's what it says on the box) toothpicks, and they make my lips burn so good. I want to play pinball. I want a big, loud thunderstorm. I want to go out of town. I want a bucket of fried chicken and a six-pack of Lone Star. I need to put away my laundry. I need to get my dinner out of the microwave so someone else can use it.