The time has come, I think, to put central Pennsylvania behind me and look for somewhere else to live. I know that I say something to this effect almost every winter, but this time I think I mean it. Lately, it feels like the only thing keeping me here is the memory of the things that used to keep me here. I’m not fond of the weather, my job isn’t going to lead me anywhere I want to go, and all but one or two friends have moved away. Even with the Monty Python Society, my one real outlet and group of friends, I find myself retelling the same old stories more and more. I enjoy the meetings and what we’re doing this semester, but I know it’s not the same. I’ve become the guy who hangs around after graduation because he doesn’t know where else to go. There’s nowhere else I really want to go — no one place I’ve looked at and thought, wow, I sure wish I could live there — but I think it would be better for me if I didn’t stay. Any suggestions?

March suddenly feels awfully late to be deciding this.

For what it’s worth, the Friday Five:

1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)? Novels.

2. What is your favorite novel? I have to choose one? Maybe Leviathan by Paul Auster. Maybe One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Maybe Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. Maybe…

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!) I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but I’ve always liked T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”. Also, Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky”.

4. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read? I’d just like to read more. At best, I seem to only be able to read two novels a month.

5. What are you currently reading? It says right there in the sidebar: Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite and (much, much more slowly) John Adams by David McCullough. The other day, I finished A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick.

I’m trying not to watch all five of these newly arrived Farscape episodes back-to-back, since I do have to go to work tomorrow, I would like to get some sleep, and the next set of DVDs isn’t due out until April. But it’s tough. On Tuesday, I received a tape with five of this season’s Buffy: the Vampire Slayer episodes (thank you again, lil’ amish), and I somehow managed to watch them all one right after the other. I didn’t set out to watch five hours of television — six, give or take, since I zipped through the commercials and paused to watch 24 — but I was like a geek junkie getting his fix.