wish i had the luxury to be bored again. wish i could be so very bored that i reread one of my favorite books as my chosen pastime. wish i could perhaps be snowed in for weeks on end. wish i could build a lopsided snowman in my front yard and then go home and make double chocolate chip cookies. wish i could pick up one of the dozens and dozens of pens i've been hoarding without using and draw a really shitty comic about a stick figure that gains superpowers and fights chaotic supervillains and then flies into the sun and explodes the way i did when i was 10. wish i could blow up every smartphone in existence. wish i could ban 10 year old from me accessing the game that simultaneously ruined and saved my life. wish i didn't have to work on weekends. wish my closet wasn't so cluttered that a small child could hide in it without my knowledge. wish i could fuck up over and over and over and over and over again.
but alas. there's no time.
but alas. there's no time.