Feeling strangely good today, as if I'm the one draining the health from my sick roommates, glorying in it like some giddy Highlander.
I remember a game, incidentally, an RPG I read about in Germany years ago. There were these characters called "psinks," average-looking people who sucked the energy from any unwitting soul who stayed in the same room with them for too long.
I've met some psinks.
Back to all-important me. It's not some compulsive wanderlust, this time. It's more like I'm conscious of the moment, I would say.
I feel like I should be walking around outside in the twilight and the warm air, eating some especially pink cotton candy. Or sitting on top of a building, thinking some especially profound thoughts.
I should be doing something. Something cinematic.
Luckily, I'm obligated to write four more pages tonight, so I won't run the risk of actually doing anything so impulsive (and, frankly, corny). It would be nice, though, to do something "important," just now.