Motherfucker

There are days when I want to get up and go out and have fun and do everything and be happy and fulfill my purpose and enjoy every second of life and smile for no reason and think deeply and make a new friend and fall in love and learn something new and hug someone and help someone and do a good deed and save an endangered species and climb a tree and adopt a kitten and bake a cake and learn to play guitar and donate to charity and write a novel and read through every book in the library and be a terrific student and make someone’s life a little better and shake hands with a stranger and find myself and find god and be awesome and make a new word and invent something and go swimming and learn to pilot a helicopter and save the world and be in a movie and learn a song and go for a run and get lost in the woods and go boating and climb a mountain and conquer the world and run for president and time travel and save the dinosaurs and stop the assassination of Abraham Lincoln and assassinate Hitler and be a better person and hopefully not repeat myself while writing terribly long run on sentences and be romantic and laugh and cry and be moved and feel something real and grow up and be young forever and walk on a cloud and eat cotton candy and high five with God and fist bump with Shiva and arm wrestle with George Lucas and ride a horse and tame an elephant and create a robot army and breed goats and make silly acronyms and do that funny thing people do when they put orange slices in their mouth and smile and it looks like they have orange teeth and see the world and make a difference.

Then there are other times when I really just want to get ten more minutes of sleep.