My muscles are sore, like I've been moving furniture. It's 2:30 and I still haven't woken up. I had planned on using this day to do things, but right now I can't even think what needs doing.
We need bread. There. I'll go buy bread. That needs doing.
Shit, man, fuck. 'Cause you know what I'm doing right now, right?
Going to get another cuppa,