Do I need a coffee, a footrub, words of affirmation, a six month nap, to never sleep again, a fourth cat, one or two dogs, salty carbs, to binge ten (10) episodes of Way Of the House Husband, the smell of freshly dug dirt, a painkiller, a raise, a little craft to complete, soup, a maternal hug, a fifth cat, the feeling you get after you hand wash all the Thanksgiving dishes and your older cousin dries them and asks about your life and then it's time for pie, to quit my job and walk into the ocean, six inches of snow overnight, una docena de tamales de la tĆa de mi vecino, a shoddily wrapped Christmas present, therapy*, eighteen wheels and a dozen roses, a tailor, Jesus, a large serving spoon full of the caviar garnish from You've Got Mail (1998), a couple more followers so I feel like a Real Blog, legal weed and reparations for previously incarcerated people, for David Bowie to notice me from beyond the grave, for Jimi Hendrix to notice me from beyond the grave, a staycation, an all expenses paid evening with your mom, a personal chef, to be a personal chef, to jump into Lake Superior in October just to feel something, for Judas Iscariot to notice me from beyond the grave, an enforced bedtime, a Roomba, a portrait which lives in my attic and ages in my place, hot giardiniere in olive oil, little rough kiss on the cheek from one of the cats I already have, sunshine, a thunderstorm, an hour alone withwith the head of state of my choosing, the cherry blossom festival, Beyonce concert, a Subway Veggie DeliteĀ® on white pepper jack not toasted no olives oil vinegar salt pepper oregano and spicy mustard, karaoke, leopard print flats, triple rainbow, a very cold Beach Plum lacroix, or a quiet night in with cocoa and a jigsaw puzzle?
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