I blogged about adulting yesterday.  The dark underbelly of reaching the age of majority.  The painful necessity of pushing through.  The sometimes crazy things we do simply because hello, the buck stops here.

It doesn’t stop me from dreaming, though.

stuff I really want to do but can’t, because Adulting

♦  collapse into the closest chair, curl into a ball, and sleep for hours because I’m Tired and other people can take care of The Stuff

♦  shriek, “But I don’t want to do laundry!” and run to the nearest bookstore, preferably a Barnes and Noble with good coffee and delicious cheesecake

♦  eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie for lunch

♦  grab the remote, stomp my foot, and snap “I don’t wanna watch another episode of Glee!”

♦  Flat Out Refuse to mediate one more argument about calling shotgun because DAMN, enough already, people

♦  find someone who’ll leave money under my pillow for each new gray hair, helping fund my stylist, while singing I love me just the way I am

♦  cancel everything one day a month to curl up with a pint of ice cream, a bag of potato chips, and my favorite Netflix shows