That's it. Basically I am bored and poor.

Bored meaning that life simply has, ironically enough, too much direction. Everything is every whichway, and it gives me migraines. Missing the travel life. Wanting nothing more than to cast all rooted possessions aside, say "To hell with it!" hop a plane to anywhere, and exist.

Poor meaning that I don't have a damn cent to my name, therefore I must turn to drugs and a life of crime.

Just kidding....kinda.