Well, what can I say? Nothing happens, happy nothing, happy, happy, and another cigarette and nothing to wake me up and nothing to eat and nothing to drink and nothing at all, so then...what's the point? Sick of coffee, must be something else, and shit on shit-TV, and still fuckin' snow outdoors, this fuckin' winter will last forever. Where's Santa? Fuckin' cat on TV now, no, now something totally different. Nothing to do, or at least there's nothing I wanna do, doo-wop-wop-wop. Me bored. Me wanna sleep...