Right now.

Lupo wants me to write something sharp and funny, but I'm not feeling very sharp and funny.

I want to take a nap.

Right now, there are too many papers on my desk. Right now, I'm writing e-mails instead of doing the work I'm supposed to be doing. Right now, I'm unmotivated. Right now, I'm wondering whether happiness involves being in a relationship or being out of one. Right now, I'm wondering why Vic is having what I would guess is the worst year of her life. Right now, I'm wishing that I shaved this morning. I'm wishing that I had time to do everything that I wanted to do. I'm wishing that I didn't have to compromise Thanksgiving so much that I ended up hurting my mother's feelings, but I don't want to be reminded of my lousy childhood trauma and abuse. I wish that choices weren't so hard. I wish adulthood weren't so hard. I wish that I could be more reliable for my boss, and I wish that I could sleep more than I do.

Right now, I wish that Hollywood would leave simple, little Dr. Seuss books well enough alone. (What's next, GREEN EGGS AND HAM: THE MOVIE?) I wish that my car was clean and that I could take everyone outlet shopping. I wish that I hadn't gotten a cold this week.

I don't know. I wish that I had the time and motivation to do well at everything I attempt.