I can't see myself conducting the same diatribe every day. Although, it's been three months. But tonight . . . is Wednesday night. : )
I won't explain the relevance because it'll just boil down to the usual motif of depressing with just enough hope to keep the whip writhing.
But I will exclaim my brilliant undertaking to limit thought. And when I'm late for the world I can look down and marvel at the peace gravity brings. And my stomach folds in upon itself I can be there then and say at least I've got this great thing to do.