It was one of those days. Long, frustrating, annoying. So I played loud music to drown it out whenever I could. A little Black Metallic. A little Zero. A little God. A little Perfect Drug. A little Wake Me When Its Over. A little I'm a Believer.

Like I say sometimes, There's more I'm sure. It was just one of those days I wanted badly to get home. And felt better as soon as I got here.