Except because you repeat those days, you forget how to stop the repeating, so you get stuck on February 2 forever.
I wish that the politicians on TV would shut up.
Granted. You become bored because you incur your outcome into every situation you face, thus there is no challenge in life.
I wish that the next ice age started tomorrow.
Granted. You decide to test it by jumping into a river, only to find yourself sinking because they put iron bars in it. (This actually happened once in New York, killing several people when the ship they were on sank.)
I wish that good movies were being made instead of horror movies.
Horror movies stop being made, but an army of horror fans are annoyed so they track you and burn you at stake.
I wish for a cake.
I give you some yellowcake uranium packed into the shape of a cake.
I wish that the noobs would stop being noobish.