I need more sleep.

I need less work.

I need more time.

I need less stress.

I'm grumpy today. Monday's suck. Weekends should be longer. I was late to my office hours. I gained two pounds. My indulgent pastry was dry. There are millions of people suffering more than me, which makes me feel selfish, but I can't stop whining.

Poop.

I want to be home, cuddling Greg and eating a hot fudge sundae.