A. Written on the cover of my journal: "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." - François Rabelais (via John Green)
A. My mom (Yes, I know everybody says this, but I do.)
A sunny day, a cup of coffee, a comfy armchair, and a book or notebook in my hands - with an adventure just finished up (or right on the horizon).
Or an exceptionally tasty meal with good friends and/or family.
A. Getting buried alive. *shudders*
A. I'm a very good friend. (NOTE: I asked around. A couple of my friends confirmed this before I wrote it here.)