Waking up was like reversing a burial; I was a Cartesian brain alive in a coffin, aware of my own thoughts and the requirements of the living, but with no will to rise and proceed with my life. If it weren’t for my bladder, I might never have gotten up. I had to pee, therefore I was.
Jason Porter, Why Are You So Sad?
(which I am reading thanks to NetGalley)
