Am I dead?
You know what I really love to do when I'm in town for the weekend? Mulch. Mulch my parents' roughly 72 acres of gardens, by myself. I started at 9am and finished at 7pm, with a couple 5 minute breaks thrown in there. I don't know how good at math you are, but that equals 10 hours of fucking mulch. Did I forget to mention that I hate to mulch?