"The only reason I get out of bed at all on weekends is because eventually I can't stand the taste of my own breath any more."

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Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.

— A. E. Housman