I do one of three things. I go for a ride on my motorcycle, I blast music as loud as possible and read, or I blast music as loud as possible and play World of Warcraft (just to go around and beat the hell out of everything that moves. It's especially satisfying to watch the bunnies and squirrels fall over dead). If anyone disturbs me to the point where I get up, they're usually met with a sword in my hand.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf