Here comes the sun. My eyes, my eyes, my eyes!

I'm not sure, but I don't think I slept at all last night, which happens every couple of weeks.

Ummmm, am I still here?

Ok, just checking.

I think my mind is playing tricks on me.

It's ok though, we're friends, and uh, oh look, ladies and gentlemen it's 60s/70s, British/French, sex symbol Baby Jane Birkin.

This is way too hard, and I don't mean in a good way.

It's obvious I haven't found my groove yet.

But wait, just you wait, one of these days I'm going to make your head explode from a what the fuck did he just write moment, unless, yeah, unless ...