Three weeks and I'm healthy and feel well? Carouse, screw around, behave appallingly and then find something worth dying over (although I admit, I have been known to do the first three anyway without a countdown on me). Honestly, if I'm done and I know I'm done then find me some hair-brained experiment to participate in, some incredibly dangerous thing that no one in their right mind would do or someone who really really needs assassinating.
Or I suppose maybe I'd not feel like bothering to wait 3 weeks if I knew I was done and just ask for a massive hit of morphine to see me on my way. Patience was never a virtue of mine and having that ticking clock hanging over me would just get irritating.
Or I suppose maybe I'd not feel like bothering to wait 3 weeks if I knew I was done and just ask for a massive hit of morphine to see me on my way. Patience was never a virtue of mine and having that ticking clock hanging over me would just get irritating.