“Get up, get up! We’re going to be late! Quickly! Late, imagine it! The disaster if we’re late! What’ll happen if we’re late? I can’t even bear to think about it!” Late is an idea. Late is bullshit. It doesn’t matter how fucking late you are, you can turn up in your pajamas, scratching your nuts with a fork, the same old shit’s gonna be there. It’s a lie!
People running up to you saying, “What do you think?” in the morning! “What do you think? Think? Think?” “I’m not even fucking breathing; go away with your think”