Now: 12:27 a.m., Sunday
Sleep well. Take time off to watch the seven o'clock cartoon. Make sure your cell phone's charged and your ipod battery's full. Celebrate. It's Sunday and the last time its today. And three boys are waiting at the door go down and let them in. Tune that 2nd string with a plectrum turning blue.
A day more and the paper's here. Fuck it; what doesn't bother you don't try and bother it.
The Universe may listen. And it may not make you pay.