I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-han
Ah those days where you wake up knowing exactly what you have to do. Note that I said "what you have to do" and not what you WANT to do, that fact alone once analyzed thoroughly after you wake up and came to your senses is enough to make you want to crawl back in bed to smother yourself unconscious. But you still get up after all because when that subconscious state of atrophy is relieved you get the urging need to take a piss and eat belgian waffles.
Thats when the fun begins...that and the self induced guilt trip because of your inability to resist the gratification of whims and desires. After instigating other activities which have no rel