It is eleven at night and I am not sure if I should take a shower or not. It is late but not too late. I think I might get away with it if I choose not to but I might knock myself out when I lift my arms in the morning. Plus, it is raining. It is cold. Nah, fuck that. I haven’t done much today so might as well do it.
Now, another question remains: should I proceed the seemingly arduous task of getting out of this comfortable sofa to shower with a cigarette first or celebratory fag of actually accomplishing something today later?
You see, my life has been reduced to making complex life decisions such as these.