I'm trying to do schoolwork, but am so sure that I'd rather be doing something else that instead I've been rocking back and forth in my chair and staring at the computer mouse for...too long. And that something else for the moment is move to a cabin in some remote part of northern Minnesota, purchase a typewriter and three kittens, not speak to another human being for a year, and emerge from my cocoon with the finished manuscript of the next great American novel.
I talk like this too much even though I know it's not that interesting and I know it's not that uncommon and I know what I want is not only unreasonable, but generally not even what I want.
Things I crave: change, recognition, protein, a cause.
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