Wants Versus Needs

I should be downstairs riding my exercize bicycle.
I want to stay up in my room under my afghan reading a book.


I should eat something nutritious and veggie-laden and low-calorie for dinner tonight.
I want to make homemade, extra-gooey, extra-salty macaroni and cheese.

I should stop obsessing about my weight, and just accept the fact that it's not an issue in anyone's reality but my own.
I want to fret, freak, measure, weigh, and generally pick at the issue like a half-healed scab.

I should print out and mail the stupid response to my license complaint.
I want to postpone thinking about it as long as possible, in the hopes that it will go away if I bury my head in the sand.

I should look into getting a second job to make up for the fact that things are insanely slow and nonproductive at work.
I want to spend my every minute off doingself-indulgent, work-free things.

I should clean the house.
I want to pretend that I have a maid, or a mommy, or an invisible demon bound to my will, who will clean it for me.

I should write something eloquent and meaningful and insightful here.
I want to babble and spew random concept-fragments.