I'm feeling all of the weight of my world around my neck like a concrete necklace, as I stand in the middle of a pool of quicksand. My shoes are made of brick, and my pants are filled with shotgun pellets, while I wear a chainmail tshirt. I'm thinking maybe the quicksand pool goes all the way to the other side of the world, and I'll just sink to Japan or something, where I'll pop up and have some Asian dude staring at me and offer me a bowl of squid stew with chopsticks poking out of it or something. He'll pull me out and help me clean off and give me a job at his market, helping to feed the masses swarming by. I'll have no debt, no worries, and be light as a feather, only I'll be a five foot eleven feather with a smile on his face. Oh, to dream right? Later, meatcicles.