After a loooong 14 hour work day and an all-nighter ahead (yeah whatever), the one and only thing to do is to crash headlong into music. Tonight's salvation lies in plastic dreams.
Close the eyes and listen to Jaydee, but brace for the abrupt bubrupt end. Yeah yeah, its been another one of those days. And before I descend into an expletive laden monologue, I just might reach out to the fridgy diggy, open the Bud and go glug glug. Turrah luv.
Whatever. F it!, A et al.