Okay, so I'm drinking tonight and in my last lucid moment before passing out face down on my desk, I will tell you what I want.
I want that idiot, Sarah Palin, to go away. I do not want to be reading this.
I want someone in Hungary to translate something for me. Apparently Julie is the headline of the Hungarian Zappa Society. If you speak/read Hungarian, please go to this website and tell me what the hell it says in the comments section here.
Yeah, there's a lot I want, but at least in this particular case, I got my wish:
I want to post a chapter from my new novel but I'm scared and shy. So I will have another drink or seven and see if that helps and if so, check back later. If not, I promise to post something by the end of the weekend. I'm starting to get really psyched.
I do not want to be twenty again but I want to look twenty. Is that wrong?
I want everyone I love to be happy. Now that I know is not wrong.
I want Project Object to have the best tour ever -- how can it not happen with Eric Slick on drums -- and while I won't be at the Wilkes-Barre opening show this Saturday night, I sure as hell will be at World Cafe Live next Sunday and if you want to join me, purchase your tickets right here!
I want to write a coherent blogpost. But you cannot do that whilst drinking.