That said, I respect your right to make your own choices. Do what you enjoy. But if your stupid hangover interrupts my train of thought, my frame of mind or my productivity, you can go fuck yourself, the horse you rode in on and count yourself lucky I don’t bumdrag you the length and breadth of the goddamned suburb.
Reading, writing, learning, working out, stretching, discussing, water, lean meat, vegetables, fruit, (a lot of them), sleeping, dreaming, planning, adventuring, leaving things open for more…
A thousand times no.