My mind is firing duds these days. The lockdown fatigue, the claustrophobia, the groundhog day of routine…I don’t know.
I do know this. This song should be playing loudly out the windows of a busted 70s Trans Am, driven by kids with greasy acne and tight bleached jeans.
Even if it doesn’t feel like it, it’s a Friday. Like, the 100th in a row…
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