Today, WordPress asked what I would like 200 more of. Honestly, I’d probably be happy with $200. I’m po’ and even $200 seems like a lot of extraneous income to me right now. Perhaps I’m thinking too small though. What if we shift the decimal place over to the right and add some zeros? 200 million might be better, but the word “more” implies that I’d have to have a million to start with. I don’t even have a thousand, let alone a million. Let’s forgo the money question for the moment.

How about 200 more shoes? Like most of my gender, I have a thing for shoes. I have no idea why. I’m not super girly. I don’t read romance novels, watch chick flicks or enjoy girl’s night out. I rarely notice new haircuts. I don’t understand why it takes women so long to pee or so long to get ready. Most of my friends are male. I don’t really understand women all that well. However, the one thing I can bond with them over is shoes. Mmmm shoes. I have a shoe problem. So, 200 more shoes would be awesome.

200 more books would be great, but I don’t even have room to store the books I have now. I use the public library more often than not. I can borrow and return without having to buy and store. The library is tits.

I think I’d like 200 more hours. 200 more hours added to the year in which I could write or sleep since I don’t seem to have time enough time in a regular year for either. 200 more hours to hang out with friends or read a book or just plain relax. 200 hours a year just randomly used whenever I need them. If I couldn’t sleep, I’d add an hour or two to the morning so that I could sleep in. If I feel like staying up late, I’d add a couple of hours to the nighttime. If I was having an engrossing conversation, I could add an hour to the day to continue it. I could add an hour to take a bubble bath or just to lie outside in the grass staring up at a tree. I could add an hour to watch the sunset or the sunrise. An hour here for snuggling, an hour there for sleeping, an hour to unwind from the day and an hour just to write.