My Christmas List, 2019

Here are the things I want this year for Christmas, in no particular order:

1. A remote control that switches my perseverating into focus on a task that I actually need to get done as opposed to whatever inane thing is occupying my headspace.  It’d be really nice if I could, say, revise the pages I want to revise instead of spending three hours thinking about how my life won’t amount to anything.
2. A very specific delusion. Sometimes when I’m really sad, I want to text Justin. I want to be able to send him a message and imagine that, somewhere out in the aether, he receives it. Like maybe his phone passed along with him. But I know that’s not true because his phone is in my desk drawer. Besides that, his phone number has probably been re-issued by now, and I don’t want this exchange to happen:
3. Dead Brother’s Old Phone Number: Who dis?
   Me: It’s Whitney. I’m sorry, this is going to be really awkward.
   DBOPN: Whitney? Who? Why?
   Me: This was my oldest brother’s phone number. I just wanted to say hi.
   DBOPN: Oh, what happened to him?
   Me: He dead.
4. To be fair, I’ve had an exchange like that with a telemarketer once in the past year and a half. Someone texted me asking for Justin, and this is what happened:
5. https://www.instagram.com/p/By_Epn_FU-QnSI_9jnRzDld9O24E9bpn2YzKS00/
6. A better sleep schedule. Yes, I’m responsible for this myself, but, like. It’d be a lot easier if someone could just give it to me.