2005-06-01 - 2:31 p.m.
There are too many things to do in the world.
If I had infinite amounts of time I would have sweet peas, peach trees, vegetables and herbs in my garden.
I would paint every day. I would write every day too.
I would have several aquariums and a house-trained rabbit.
I would be able to fix my car by myself and would weld things for fun.
I would design myself a sensible, every day superhero costume out of machine washable, non-wrinkling fabric.
I would have infinite hours to spend sitting in cafes reading and talking to my friends.
I would perfect my baking skills and learn the art of sushi cutting and tea.
I would travel frequently but spend enough time at home to feel settled.
I would learn to surf and scuba dive.
I would re-accustom myself to ballet and take an aikido class.
I would understand my computer when it refuses to work instead of yelling at it and calling it stupid.
I would learn to heal people.
I would make an incredible film that might, unintentionally, be a porno.
I would understand the chemistry of life.
I would not fear sharks or ghosts.
I would write about my former sex life and then let it go.
I would become a marine biologist.
I would. I would. I would.