more books. more baths.
more fantastic television. more nights when I come home too late to watch anything.
one winter day that's warm enough to be outside but cold enough to make snowmen, calvin-and-hobbes style.
a phone call on a perfect morning in the spring that will inspire me to take a sick day and paint the motherfucking town.
an (employed) summertime vacation with nothing to do but drink and make freckles.
an autumn that is made for boots, leather jackets, and people watching.
and an end-of-year holiday season full of everygoddamned thing I didn't get to in 2014.
here's to wishes.