For those of you that know me, and my sense of irony, this is the level of depression I am currently residing in, musically, and dropping , kill me, kill me now……please……….celine dion, the power of love followed by, think twice, by the same artist / witch, whilst bent double vomiting I get hit by double brian adams, (killer of cool jeans look) sorry I digress,) any one single is fatal in itself, followed by patsy clines “whos sorry now” whilst trying to find the remote to turn it off, or over, either will do, i failed, nillsens “without you is keyed and ready to demolish me and put me on me *** , i pick myself up, i'm not finished yet, 4 letter swearword …..you, is that all you have got?, i hear myself say, the track is switched up a notch, I like variety, I think?, ………..

thats whilst waking up, before having a smoke and a cup of coffee, not my best time, summer loving, is heard threw the window and the duvet is back over the head, neibours play the entire musical score of dirty dancing, twice, i retaliate with dragonforce's ground and pound, twas a futile attempt, the sound of music drowns me out, meds time,.................

To be continued…………………..