I am bored, I mean really really bored.
The hockey game is putting me to sleep, and I am all hot and sweaty, and my teeth could use a brushing, and don't even tell me about body odor, and I have this one nose hair that has a mind of it's own, it has sort of corkscrewed into my nostril and is driving me up the wall, I want to sneeze, but I can't sneeze, I want to sneeze, but I can't sneeze, ad infinitum.
And it sounds like I am starting to whine, doesn't it. So I'll stop, in a second, in a minute, or how about now.
Ahhhhhh
Choooooooooooooooooo.
Better.