do you make it clean or make it magic?

it's one of those mornings where, when i speak, you can't tell the difference between cherries and churches.

I have a lot of wants this morning. I want several more hours of sleep. I want cream in my coffee (but I ran out). I want ice cream or frozen yogurt. I want this stupid, stupid work task to be over with.

I want to be a happier person, but lately I feel like no matter what I do, it's not going to be a happy path that I have to follow. It feels a lot like doom. And I want to keep this to myself more, but I can't keep it in. And it's going here now.