Just fifteen wants I want. One for every day and eve the second half of this past NaNo lost to the job I must love so much I simply couldn't tear myself away from it.
I want rest.
I want to play again, Fallout 3, or Mass Effect, or Dragon Age Origins, or good ol' Morrowind, or just four or five Sudoku, or hunt the skies over Europe in a Hurricane in IL-2 Sturmovik.
I want Protagonize, and to protagonize with protagonizers I know and the new ones I shall meet.
I want my Music Mondays, and Melody Gardot singing Baby I'm a Fool in a bubble bath with her glasses on.
I want those fifteen days back, you hear!
I want a time machine, yeah.
I want to wink back and forth through time and take notes, and snap pictures, and have lots of batteries, a solar charger in my MEC knapsack, and megalo-terrabyte memory cards for the camera, o'yeah.
I want to meet famous people, and be an inexplicable puzzle across history's portraits and black-and-white souvenir snapshots.
I want to be Zelig, or Woody Allen, only taller.
I want to drag young Adolph from 1919 along with me, back-packing India, to broaden his mind, and convince him his future lies in commercial art.
I want a Swiss bank account, which has been amassing interest for as long as those Europeans have been honouring Switzerland's unique standing of neutrality.
I want world peace.
I want something Chinese for dinner tonight.
I want a really nice tea.
I want to write.
2 comments:
Tea! Oh noes, mine's been sitting on the counter for like an hour steeping and growing cold! Hope I don't get knocked out by the cinnamon. :}
I'm going to take those last five. I like them.
I LIKE tea steeped so long it's dark and strong as coffee.
Cold tea with cinnamon...hmmm, I dunno.
Could be tasty.
Unlike chewing gum spiked with fiery cinnamon. I call that just plain wrong.
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You are most welcome to those last five, Elo.
If you ever, I dunno, happen upon a time machine, though, I would like to borrow it. Just for a moment.
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