texts: Wait.  No.  You're kidding.  Lights out? At nine?  My day's just starting. </s> <s> I'm sure.  If I were you, I would use this time, to think about my life.  And its direction.  Or lack thereof. </s> <s> What's wrong with my life?
labels: From all I've heard, just about everything.  Your singing career seems all but nonexistent, and your married lover wants you dead. 