I've been having them a lot.
My Mother says I'm out of sorts. In Mother language this means there's nothing wrong with me, but I'm acting weird. Which is about right. And, if I don't get my head together, things are about to get a whole lot weirder.
I'm saying weird a lot. I apologise.
So, it's not you, it's me. And all that kind of talk. This one needs more than Patrick Verona and ice-cream sundaes to solve. I know right, what cannot Patrick Verona solve? I bet if he was here in person he could solve it. Like this:
Then he'd kick some ass in his leather jacket and ride away on his bike (which he didn't have in the film but he so should have).
Dan ran six miles today. And he did it super fast! Well done Dan! You're awesome!