I have decided I want to be 9 again. I'm tired of the responsibilities of my adult life. Whoever sold this to me was lying. I'm tired of fighting with my landlord to get my house fixed. I'm tired of fighting with my insurance over how much I am supposed to be paying. I'm tired of having a thousand little things to do every day just to try and keep people honest who deal with me. I know I actually can't be 9 again, that would be silly. What I can wish for is a stroke. Just think, if I had a stroke my entire life would be centered around staring at the ceiling and wondering if I was going to get some cherry Jell-O for desert. That would just rule. No responsibilities, no one nagging me about anything. If I worked really hard I could get to where I could play in the sand box. That is now my ultimate dream. I want a sand box and some Tonka Toys. Remember Tonka Toys? Those were awesome. I could spend hours in my sandbox pushing dirt from one pile to another, and I was perfectly happy. This is why I want a stroke.