I’m on day number I don’t even know what of a seventeen billion-day work stretch. Ah, December in retail.
Entertain me, people. Seriously. Because I can’t even keep my eyes open at this point. And if the world is ending tomorrow, [spoiler] it’s not[/spoiler] I want to go out laughing.
Also, this song has been stuck in my head all week (damn end-of-the-world playlists), so now it’s going to be stuck in yours, too.