John's on the phone with one of the girls he's kind of dating.

I must have yawned fifteen times in the past fifteen minutes. Probably more. I need to get myself to bed. I probably ought to do it fast, before I get distracted or something. I could use a good night's sleep.

Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.

I'm thinking in quotations these days. They come into my head and then I have to figure out what they're doing there.

I'm going to go interrupt John to ask him if anyone called for me while I was out seeing Exit Wounds.