Am I going to lay around all day, wrap my body mass into a ball around a pillow and soak in all sixteen hours? Well, probably. Probably for a while, because I can. Then I'm going to need a chalkboard. Shit! a chalkboard... Right. So ok, my coffee, cereal, freedom, camera, -and- a #&$@ing chalkboard. I go berserk on chalkboards; I paint my mind like shit spreads on the walls at the mercy of a toddler. I make partial differential equations look more obvious than your mother's cankles (I went there) when my hearts into it, and my heart is -always- into it.
Damn, I forgot chalk.