Move here, dearie...it's pitch black darkness by quarter past three now

WHAT IS UP WITH THAT

one more day of work an then I am free, free, free I tell you

and now, I'm going to stop procrastinating. On Tuesday night, I'm going to get blind drunk. That's my plan. French, sleep, French, sleep, French, RUM SCHNAPPS VODKA JAGER.

Good plan, no?