I need to destroy capitalism but remembering to get up and do the bare minimum to take care of myself has "got hands" as they say
me, trying to roll my reluctant corpse out of bed every morning, ready to fight god and money
one and a half hours later, i manage to roll off the bed directly into a nonfunctional lump of meat on the floor, making indistinct but unhappy noises as i drag myself bodily towards the nearest coffee