Lately I've been having that itchy-ready-to-jumpy-outta-my-skin feeling... Y'know, the need to be productive. I feel like there's something that I have to do, or that I need to do, and if I don't do it soon I'll just turn into a lump on my bed and sink into the center. It's either that or go on a shopping spree. I don't know where I got the notion that shopping cures boredom, because it doesn't. Yeah, I'll have new pretty clothes, but honestly, do I really need another black shirt?