Stuff I have started, considered, or otherwise found occupying my anxious thought cycles:
Packing up my bags and moving back in time to the age of exploration. My bags contain citrus fruits, antibiotics and immodium (I refuse to have my borrowed nostalgia ruined by scurvy, malaria or the runs)
There used to be others, but I think I've settled on time travel.
but my real eye shoots love.
You like physical activity more than other, lamer activities.
You're pretty sure that Jake Barnes is a dick.