I need something.

Right this very minute.

I don't know what I need, or how to get it.

I need to get fucked up
I need to get fucked
I need to let loose jagged ragged screams
I need to find a home for my little foster puppy and a thousand others
I need to make a fucking difference in the world
I need to keep my nose to the grindstone and sharpen my boogers
I need to blaze through classes and this degree to get the degree after that
I need to conquer academia
I need to be nurturing and compassionate rather than cynical and tired
I need to inhale fewer cleaning-product fumes
I need to let it be and let things happen naturally
I need to stop being so damn self-centered
I need to get "truth" and "joy" tattooed on my arms
I need to smack a bitch to defend a man's honor
I need to run a few miles, climb a few mountains, befriend a few dragons
I need to go go GO GO GO

and do and be and do
(do be do be do...)

So tell me. What do visionaries and inspirational speakers do on Monday nights when they don't have television? What do neurotic twentysomethings do when the significant other is at work, video games and books hold no pleasure, and the animals are sleeping?