Geographical Claustrophobia

People need to stop talking about Crash.
Because I keep thinking they mean the crazy sexy Canadian Crash rather than the Oscar-winning Crash. I've seen neither of them, but...I heard of CrazySex!Crash first, so...there you go.
And when I ask them to clarify, it gets embarassing because not many folks I talk to know about CrazySex!Crash and think I'm just looking for an excuse to be lewd and perverted.
"No, Grandma, I'm not *into* that kind of..."
Sigh.

Also, I'm posting in a sense of guilt because I leave shortly for San Francisco. I'll only be gone for a few days, but whenever I go anywhere there's the secret and unacknowledged fantasy that you'll have a wild adventure and never come back. Not in the sense that you're dead or being held hostage by Venezuelan pirates or anything, but more like you randomly love it there and put down roots and have some kind of liveable income and spend the rest of your life in a place where it doesn't rain ten months out of the year.
Not that I don't love home, but I'll be damned if I spend the entire summer working on the island without at least one great escape wherein I can actually feel geographically connected with the rest of North America.
Problem: I don't know what I'm going to do in San Francisco, exactly. I'll probably be there for less than 24 hours, really. (At least there's no time-change. I've done NYC in the same length of time and had to spend a few days sacked out on the couch once I'd staggered off my second plane of the day at the local "international" airport. --It was a connecting flight from the mainland and the only reason you're "international" is because your piddly Jazz asshats can take us to Seattle on a clear day, so shut up.)
So I have/had an awesome plan to improve my outlook on life and get me out of whatever ruts I'm in so I can get into bigger and better ruts--only I'm dealing with severe motivational constipation on the issue.
Yeah, it's great that I could change people's lives through volunteer work and all, but Jeopardy's on.
And when Jeopardy is the only thing you can excell at, you do not ignore the fact that Jeopardy is on.

I can't even keep track of whether or not I gunned anything down here. I'm in a happy place because I came home from writing an exam only to be handed my passport and a customs form, which is possibly the best greeting in the world. Unless I'm being deported.