Where is My Mind?

Sometimes, I think my life will turn out like a Chuck Palahniuk book. An event, that will lead to another event, and several events after that until the pinacle end. A fiery explosion. I will end in flames, from dust I came, and to dust I will return (to loosely quote the Bible.)
I am an extension of every single character I've ever written about. To quote The Wombats, "I hope that no one ever leaves, 'cause I don't want to be alone with me." It's hard having all these characters inside you trying to come up for air. Slowly, I hope to kill each and every one of them off, and somewhere within the depths Christine will emerge (that is, unless they haven't gotten to her already.)
In life, I've only got so much to look forward to: Nurse Jackie. Jeopardy. . . and sadly, that's about it. You know, I think people in general have given up. We don't "look forward" to things anymore. Do we look forward to the next day? It's all just routine, we expect tomorrow to be there when we wake up in the morning. I wish there was something... something to make me go, "Hey! Tomorrow is going to be awesome..." But it never is. It's always just "tomorrow." Even the whole prospect of seeing Leonard Nimoy live at the Getty Center has lost it's appeal. Okay, maybe not wholly, it's made me more nervous than anything. You know what I liked? I liked sitting in my room watching "Into the Wild", living through Chris McCandless on his trek to Alaska- Except, my dreams did not die with him, they grew. He inspired me, and I fear, I lost some of that inspiration along the way.
I should start writing again, my characters need me. Hotdog guy and his life-size gum sculptures need my full attention, he's quite neurotic, you know. It's almost three, and here I am, watching Cash in the Attic. I haven't changed the channel for hours, not since Dr.Who had finished. At first, I completely hated the idea of David Tennant being replaced as The Doctor, but I'm getting quite fond of the new bloke they've got now. What ever happened to Torchwood? It never shows anymore. What is it me and television? It's sickly! I should get out of the house some.