You should really be careful what you wish for. Really. 'Cause in my case one magical day I'd get something so stupid and insignificant, as I waste wishes all day.
Just a minute ago I wished for once in my damned life I didn't have to look up the word "acquire" before writing it down. I mean, come on, I've looked it up 500 times by now, and my guess is always right, but I don't trust it. Why can't some words stay in my head? And the other one, "embarrassed," crap---I had to look it up again just to put it here.
Numbers...my kryptonite. I can look at as little as three numbers in a book, walk ten feet to a post-it note to write them down and POOF, gone. Or I retain the three numbers and rearrange them to a useless order, perhaps even add a fourth digit. Hooray.
One day our lives will depend upon me punching three digits into a keypad that stops world destruction, and after you desperately call out "458!" I'm going to type "8453." Boom! So sorry about that...
This is actually a supernova exploding, as the Earth has not yet blown, thereby making photos scarce...
Or maybe not. Perhaps a world-threatening situation won't be placed in my hands until I can get over this number problem. I'm glad that's being taken into account for all concerned.
This comes down to me hating math so much. I reject numbers, the components of math. I expel them just as quickly as they enter my brain. Well, except when adding up my dollars and cents to buy candy.