I want I want I want

I want a freaking hot dog.

I cannot go get a hot dog, as my mode of transportation is broken.

I want my husband.

I can't have my husband because he is on the other side of the country.

I want my daughter to quit grabbing at the keyboard.

My daughter will not stop grabbing at the keyboard - my daughter is now on the floor.

I don't want to deal with all of this bullshit today... or this week.

I want to go back to bed.

And stay there.

In the quiet.

By myself.