I worked too hard yesterday. I have thirty minutes left in my work day, and there’s nothing left to do. I mean, sure I can think of, like, nine things that need doing. But all of those would take much, much longer than thirty minutes. It’s Friday. There’s a three day weekend coming on. I don’t care.

Who wants to listen to more music?

Balloon popping at its most disturbing.

If there’s anything better than this, I truly don’t know what it is.

My car stereo’s broken and only plays the radio. The radio is, a good 63% of the time, truly terrible. Sometimes I shut it off and try to remember the words to this song. Embarrassing, that.