I'm avoiding sleep. I want to read a book. I want to watch Jay Leno. I want to work on a new poem. I want to win a chapbook contest. I want to find a publisher for my new book of poems. I want to get a full-time teaching job at the university. I want to buy a new car, a new house. I want to lose about 30 pounds. I want to win the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. I want to be named the Sexiest Man Alive by People.
Saint Marty's not asking for much. He'd settle for a chicken pizza.
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