wishing

i wish that i could sleep and i am tired yet i just cannot sleep because i sit here and think about all the things that i need to do before tomorrow, especially the Hemingway that i need to read for my american lit class yet i know that i can get it done in the morning and that is why i am justifying going to bed because if i go to bed i can get up earlier and read. i sit here and wonder and i wish that i could graduate sooner. wish that the weight of a paper would be off and i would be living my own life and not trying to break away from my past (not in a bad way) i just wish that i had a job and could make my own money and do my own things. i also wish that i can go to Prague this summer before i start working for the rest of my life. i think and analyze. with that i am going to try to do what my eyes are telling me to do--rest. perhaps i'll awake at some odd hour like this morning and want to start the day. we shall see. tomorrow will tell and until then i can still wish.