A typical day you ask? As soon as I stop dreaming, I open my eyes. I look around in the bright spring sun filtered through a wild German forest. I am still alive I think. I next check that I can still get an erection. Then somehow my physical prowess goes downhill fairly rapidly.
Two days ago I thought I would cut my finger nails, before eating a frugal breakfast. I didn't have the strength to cut through my thick hermits finger nails. I new low point I thought. I did manage to cut through my nails, by leveraging a table. So this is what experience is, I thought, as I flicked dead nail from the table into the center of the room.