I hope that when you wake up and it's all early, and you feel the sun trying to pierce awakeness into your body through your eyes, that you won't put your hands over your face and think, "Shit, I'm still alive."
I hope you close them again and think how nice it is that you have no clue what will happen today and maybe you'll smile. Even though the same things will happen that happen every monday, it'll somehow be very different. And at some point during the day I'll wake up and think of you and you'll know and you'll smile and think, "Well, shit, this isn't so bad, is it?"

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I love that he smokes at the end. (Oh, click anywhere above this sentence to start the movie)