I realize I can’t do everything at once. But, god, do I want to. I want to go to New Orleans. I want to have both a Saturday and Sunday off. I want to have sex with my wife (who doesn’t, really?). I want to go get my PhD. In Philosophy. In Anthropology. In Global Policy. Or a MFA. I want to publish a novel. A book of photos. A story. I want to be sleeping. I want to ride a roller coaster. I want to be brilliant and talented and funny.
Pity.
At this point, I’d settle for even one of those. Preferably the one involving my wife.
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