I want to find time to mess around and make silly collages.
I want to write some new poems.
I want the marathon to be done with.
I want my office to be magically cleaned by little elves.
I want to have time to bake bread.
I want to miraculously lose 20 pounds, just by thinking about it very hard.
I want someone to take my poetry manuscript and publish the hell out of it.
I want Obama to be elected.