This weekend promises to be better than the rest of the week has been. Of course, I'm almost out of food. I might very well starve. Then my ghost would probably go someplace nicer, like the Bahamas. Can ghosts get sunburns? What would that look like?
In unrelated news, all three versions I have of AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" have played on my iTunes in the past hour. I wonder if God is trying to tell me something.
It might be that I need to branch out a bit, musically. That's it. Somebody please tell me that's it.
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