It's 11:11 right now. They always say make a wish at 11:11. Ya know, because all those ones look like candles on a birthday cake. I'm trying to wish for something. What do I want? Love? Of course but that's too cliché. Money? Yeah, but my check's coming Thursday so that's a waste of a wish. Good health? I'm already as healthy as a horse. 

So at 11:11, when the wishing is supposed to happen, I'm all out of things to wish for. Nothing crosses my mind that I would want to devote my 11:11 wish to. So as 11:11 turns into 11:12 and 11:12 to 11:13, my mind stops thinking of all the things I could want, all of the things I could wish for. And now it's 11:18, and all my mind can do is go on autopilot as I fold my clothes.

Let's hope by next 11:10, I'll be thinking of wishes again so I'll ready to wish at 11:11.