*Lays in a bed full of boeken that I still have yet to read, and the three notebooks of the boeken that I'm writing, with a sexy blue eyed blonde fiancee volgende to me, a rifle, and some fontein pens.*
...Not quite. The way I would want to live is if L came back to life, I was a chemist, and my cat didn't look at me like she knew I wasn't happy all the time. (By 'not happy all the time' I mean, of course, that I am almost perpetually sad.) And, the most obvious, L would be real and he would be my boyfriend of at least my friend.