I have far too much to do and no time to do it.
And my girlfriend is going far away.
I have to leave on June 10th, 11th or 12th. I think my housing contract ends on the 12th.
My underpants have nothing to say today. That makes me sad. I was hoping they might stand up and shout a manifesto. Perhaps, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life!” or something along the lines of, “Time is never wasted when you’re wasted all the time,” or maybe just the plain, simple, classic, “Wash me.”