The woman who cut my hair this morning is named Janet.
Janet Drive played music for some smiling, happy, anxious, sleepy, confused, frightened, pensive, and lucky people tonight.
Tonight really shouldn't end because that would require tomorrow happening and I have way too much work to do.
Do me harder, baby.
Baby you're a rich man.
Man, this is harder than it looks but I'll keep diligently at it approaching some sort of personal nirvana.
Nirvana's new song last year is further proof they are as overrated as ever.
Ever so slightly ambulance noises intensify and I hope they soon don't wake me up.
Up up down down left right and you know the rest.
Rest up and kind of play catch up, ok Billy?