Seriously! All I ask is to be let out of my hamster wheel in the afternoon for a stroll with a little direction. You know, catch some breeze, take in a vista or two, tell some innocent bystander to stanch their orifice and then laugh. But no. We all gotta work. I gotta view my comp screen whilst inhaling the sweet perfume of truckers' body odor and keeping my sass to myself. Think I'll steep myself some tea and look at inspiring images of anywhere else. Here, for example . . the kind of place where you can relax and your only worry is keeping your eyelids from freezing shut. Aaaaaah. Nice.