So the removalists come tomorrow to get the large pieces of furniture, which are scattered around my room (the garage) and blocked in by multiple boxes, bags, and general crap and rubbish. It’s 9.30 pm, and the movers come at 10 am tomorrow. I’ve wrenched my back; I’m cramping like a bitch; my joints ache; so what do I do?
I go and buy four liters of V.
Let’s do this shit.
And if you see me fly by your window tomorrow morning, remember it’s not just Red Bull that gives you wings.