The first five days after the weekend are always the hardest.

My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!

Oh I'm sorry, did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours?

I'm not really a control freak, but... can I show the right way to do that?

I was born to be wild, but only until around 9pm or so.

I'm not afraid to die. I just don't like the thought of being gone so long!