Everyone fantasizes about things. Sexy things, exciting things, exotic things — traveling to new lands, having passionate affairs — me, I fantasize about a full two weeks to get stuff done. Like, there’s a snowstorm (yes, I realize that would never happen in L.A., but this is a fantasy, so humor me), and everyone must stay inside for two full weeks. Everything is closed, and the only thing to do is things that are always on my to-do list but are never high enough on the list to get done. Like cleaning out my email inbox (I currently have 1,552 unread emails. YIKES.) Organizing the papers in the literal inbox on my desk, many of which have been there since before I moved in March. Backing up this very blog, updating it to the latest WordPress version, and fixing the archives section. I would go through my closet and pick out stuff for Goodwill. Finish the painting I started months ago. Put more pictures on the wall in my room. Practice guitar! Put more music on my iPod. Order stuff that I need from online catalogs. Send an email to friends with my “new” address, which I’ve had since March. Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera. Of course, meanwhile, I’d have plenty of good food to eat, Mary would be here to keep me company, we’d have a roaring fire in the fireplace, and we’d probably be singing Christmas songs. Oh, and I’d still be getting paid even though I wouldn’t be at work. Maybe this winter my fantasy will come true, and we’ll have a freak snowstorm that shuts down L.A. I hope not, actually, because that will probably mean the world is ending. Maybe I should just fantasize about hiring an assistant instead.

One Response to Fantasies

  1. The V says:

    Oh lady. My fantasy is the same. Except I’m thinking that the only way to make it a reality is to take some vacation time… yuk!

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