Wallowing in my own Crapulence...

I can’t wait for the weekend to start. I’m tired, dispirited, and hungry for something… Different. I want a vacation and some excellent food. I want something exhausting to make me sleep all the way through the night, something that didn’t ever really used to be a problem for me. I want not to be sick. I want limitless amounts of sex and attention from Orpheus. I want permission to be unremittingly selfish, just once. I want heaps of money, adoration, the best of the best of the best of enameled cookware, and a kitchen that would make Epicurious blush. I want, I want, I want, now, now, now. Most of all, I want not to be here, working, tired and cranky.