I had no idea it'd been two weeks. Maybe five days, but not two weeks. And now I feel silly because I didn't really come here to make a real post--kind of walked through the dinner party on my way to the metaphorical fridge. I'm in my robe, not even wearing pants, and all I wanted was a coke.
Anyway, this is what I came for:
Loving Her Was Easier Than Anything (I'll Ever Do Again).
It's not funny. It's not that interesting. It doesn't have anything to do with law, other than copyright violation. I just can't get it out of my head.
So next time I see you, or write you, or text you, no matter what I have to say, I'm really singing this in my head.