Spy Jealousy

I really, REALLY like spy movies and tv shows... why is this? I'm not too sure, but I think it's because of the "hurry-up-and-wait" lifestyle. Not the typical motivation for spy fantasy, I know... But seriously, I sure as heck wouldn't mind living a deep cover in Your-Mom-istan for 18 months just to collect a mysterious package on the second Tuesday in December at a small bookshop on 12th Street. Be nice to catch up on whatever language they speak there, ya know? Maybe I could find a favorite neighborhood deli and get a job there, just for the free salami on wheat. Perhaps I could play chess in the park with an old man every day for a week. Then there's always the idea of purchasing a small motor scooter and cruising the countryside on days when it's not raining. Ah, why do I bother? No one reads this blog, anyway.