Every time I try to be productive, there is a book I need to read. And when I say need, I really mean that I neeeeed to read that book. Every muscle in my body is unable to relax because I don't know how the story ends, yet. Every cell in my body is screaming for release from the endless wondering. I hate books because of this. How they take away my concentration. But I love travelling to other worlds. I will do it over and over again. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life.