“Hmm, I’ll just fix the car before I take it out.”
Ten hours later, wired on Adderall and caked in the drying blood of zombie children and their enormous dogs (why are there no Zombie Toy Poodles?) - “Ah, at last, a 17” wheel! Now to install it. Although, I feel… sort of… TIRED."
“Ah well, I’ll do it in the morning; I’m sure no untimely tragedy will befall me between now and then.”
[It does.]
Every. Goddamn. Time.