Wishing: I was literate in Japanese so that I didn't have to wait two years for Haruki Murakami novels to be translated into English.
Wondering: Why when I listen to and watch gory medical details on Grey's Anatomy I'm fine. But when my doctor friends tell me about their cases I have to put my head between my knees.
Wishing: Richard Ashcroft sang me to sleep every night. In person.
Wondering: If Sushi knows that the new rocks I bought for his bowl are a guilt-gift, because I felt terrible about leaving him for a month while I was travelling.
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