Say you swear

"Im exhausted of exhausting myself." I state, the words fumbling from my drunken mouth.

"Stop talking and rest." He demands softly, his hand running in circles along my spine.

"No. Its like everything I do is followed by a mathematical formula I must solve beforehand." My mouth is salty, but I cant tell if its the effect of the alcohol or tears.

"Wow, I guess when you're drunk you turn into Shakespeare. Who'da thought?"