yesterday don't matter if it's gone

So with a heavy heart, we move on into Tuesday.

Sigh.

..... only kidding. It's my friend Ian's birthday today, and we traditionally celebrate by taking him him to the pub and feeding him some truly hideous drinks like Scrumpy with Cement Mixer chasers (Baileys with a dash of lime juice that makes it solidify in your mouth). That's always fun, and it's something to look forward to, eh?

Besides. If you hated every day of the week, where on earth would that leave you?

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Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats

(Why don't you get back into bed?)
(Why don't you get back into bed?)
(Why don't you get back into bed?)