The Weekend, a Day Early.

Vampire Weekend. Because the the bags of germs pretending to be my children have once again made me deathly ill and I feel like microwaved cat vomit. Said germ-bags have recently discovered Vampire Weekend and pronounced them cool. Which is good, because Vampire Weekend makes me HAPPY. Enjoy. I'm going back to bed.



And who gives a fuck about the Oxford comma? Well, I do, actually, because imprecise punctuation is the enemy of all that is good and right in the world.