I’m at work. It’s Saturday. I don’t want to be at work on a Saturday.
I don’t know how to get anywhere. I can’t find anything in the grocery store, because I haven’t figured out how it’s organized yet. I don’t have any friends. I’m not adjusted to the altitude.
Coleman’s leaving town for a week.
I could go on, but I’ll stop there. Sorry to complain, but it’s the truth.