Drunk at the dentist.  Then drunk on first day of volunteerism.  This is totally wrong.  I'm telling you, I'm making progress!  

It's not like I'm going just going to stop abruptly as the day and its rhythm as unique as the stream in Monkey Canyon—don't be foolish now, I'm not going to rest on my laurels.  I have to soldier on, meet the day until I can rest and gather my courage. Just a pain in the gulliver, mother.  You see that, it's a reference using the reference as the opposite of the  meaning of the original, but still keeping the essence of the original as a delicious cop-out.

Volunteering then is detox work, like you taight me.  Have you been getting my texts—opps, break's over.