Daydreams of the moment...

1. apartment by myself-- there's a one bedroom down the street that i walk by every day. just now, the robot that i live with was standing silently behind me waiting for me to finish washing something in the sink. i jumped ten feet in the air when i turned around and saw him lurking. turns out he wanted to dump an ice cube in the sink. this couldn't wait on the counter for ten minutes? obviously not.

2. acquiring a stereotypical 50s housewife-- i can't seem to buy groceries to save my life. i don't generally clean my room until i'm either a. bored or b. it's desperate or c. i have to move to a new apartment. laundry should happen more frequently and my bed would get made. then i would get to slam the door when i got home (see point #1) and complain about dinner not being on the table and about how i had to work all day. of course, then i would also have the burden of trying to reconcile my rockstar lifestyle and boyfriend to my wife, but these are bridges to cross when encountered, no?

3. private jet-- there are people i would visit much more often. and they would probably feed me.

4. my eye would stop itching-- the left one. and that the right one won't start.

5. being accepted and loved and slightly famous, either because of this blog or from singing to myself in the supermarket or by daydreaming at the counter at work-- pretty self explanatory, methinks

6. discovering my superpowers before work tomorrow--ditto

7. that the mold on the edge of the pasta sauce jar had nothing to do with the sauce inside the jar and that none of it came off in my pasta-- i may not be able to eat any of it, due to this fear. i will try to perservere.