I have been up since 5 AM and haven't done a damned thing all day. Don't believe me? Here's my thought process over the past few minutes.
I'm fucking bored. I should do something.
What is there to do?
Go reload. No, I don't have any empty brass.
Go fish for a couple of hours. Naw, too fucking windy.
Go mow the yard. Uh-uh, I did that once already this year.
Vacuum. But then I'd have to brush out the dog or it'll be a waste of time.
Go brush out the dog. Ehhhh, he's sleeping.
Do the dishes. There's one fucking bowl and a spoon. Not worth getting up for.
Call your mother. Fuck that.
Go shopping. Naw, I got enough food to last for awhile.
Go make something to eat. What the fuck is there to eat?
Go water the yard. No, it's going to rain tomorrow anyways.
Go drop off the mortgage check. I'll do that when I pick up my prescription.
Go pick up your prescription. Maybe when I drop off the mortgage check.
Wash your truck. I did that a couple of months ago.
The phone's ringing. Better let the machine pick it up. It might be mom.
Turn on Fox news and see what that socialist cocksucker did to us today. Aaah, I'll do that later.
Do the laundry. What, do I look like a neat freak?
Go fuck with the Evil Cat. Naw, she's still pissed about last night.
Go change your oil. Get real, fucker.
Clean your 45. Hey, that's an id..... wait, I did that yesterday.
Go write something on your blog. Yeah, what the fuck is there to write about? Having nothing to do?