Having a craving is one thing. Having a craving you can´t satisfy is something else altogether. I won´t say its hell, but its pretty close. Its just one of those comforts of home, I suppose, knowing what you want and  being able to go out into the world and get that exact thing. Today, I wish I could have 45 minutes on the Arc trainer, the one good yoga class at the Y, a walk in the Old Decatur Cemetery, a grand slam, a cute pair of heels, brunch with Lucky and Minnesota, a debate with Lauren, dinner in my parents´ kitchen, a grey-haired date with Jeff, a high octane beer with Carol, martinis with Nicole, a watershed cheeseburger, a NY style pizza, an indie film at Tara, my cat Bailey and my bed.