I’m about to go signup to serve my community. Perhaps I’ll donate some more of my bright red, type o-negative blood as well. I suddenly want to walk up and down roads with a poker, stabbing innocent trash and
dabbing it into a giant hefty bag. Call me old fashioned if you will, but there is nothing like a little manual labor to get your mind going. I figure after
5 hours I’ll have a million things to do planned in my head. Now, where did I put my gang necklaces and spraypaint? Hmmm.