I have a headache.
I still have eighteen cigarettes left.
I have a little box of garbage in my room.
I have too few friends.
I have one ten dollar bill and three one dollar bills in my wallet, which is strange because I almost never have any cash in my wallet.
I am running out of gum.
I am too hot, I am too hot.

I am not wearing any pants, because I'm too hot.
I haven't taken a shower in a while.
I'm three months behind for book club.
I am in a Star Wars book club.
I have a pot luck barbecue tomorrow.
I have a Star Wars club pot luck barbecue tomorrow.
I think the forecast for tomorrow (Saturday) is eighty-something degrees.

I'm hyper-aware of the weather.
I'm watching Tom Skilling from WGN news. (You know him right? Chubby guy, gives the long-form weather forecast?)
I have a hard time justifying my increasingly vegan diet to my mother, who thinks I don't eat meat to spite her. (I've just stopped eating eggs)
I'm wet.
I'm sitting on my legs.
I'm eating frozen water.
—have dead father