It's not new. Almost a year old, but I am slow to see new things.
It is the sort of thing I enjoy, being repetitive and synth driven and having the kind of rhythm that draws you in until you sing along. Because, let's face it, the lyrics aren't hard to learn. The title helps of course because it is pretty much how I feel at the moment. Tilly is still trying, a bit too hard, to be accommodating. We have an ill Boy and she is working a lot. I'm back on pet duty and now she's trying to wash the pots more (on weekends) to compensate. I see that.
I looked into vasectomies. I need to be referred by a GP, shouldn't be too hard, and then have about three days off work. Hmm. May have to wait until the summer. I don't think this will be much of a problem based on past experience. Third child is due in April and I don't suppose there will be anything physical after that before the summer. If ever again. Honestly, I'm beginning to think that there's little point in even hoping, let alone trying. I'm not trying again, some other fucker can do the running now.
My wardrobe is on top of my actual wardrobe in a big box now topped with spare hangers in the bedroom, to all intents and purposes it is inaccessible. I have beer, my hands and all the pr0n that the internet has to offer. What's not to love?