... then I'd finally have my pony.
I wish I could buy one of those ridiculous iced-coffee concoctions and drink it without hating myself for it later.
I wish my healthy mindset about my exercise break would have lasted through the night.
I wish there were not bees nesting above my bedroom window. They're on the outside. But still.
I wish my skin were not freakishly sensitive.
I wish I were buying a couch instead of plugging away at my thesis.
But alas. Wishes are not horses but annoying self-indulgences.