Smoke, baby. Smoke.

I am feeling rather groggy this morning and not at all my usual bright tail and bushy eyes.

I think it's the weather. The first day of cloudy sky always get me. I think it's the negative ions or something. That, or my barista snug a couple shots of vodka in my coffee.

Lucky for me, a super hero picked me up on his bat-mobile, thus I don't have to drive and become hazarded to the mass population.

My brain has already taken off for the holiday. I don't want to work today. Thus, I bring you music of the day.

All together now,

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement t'oublier
Et puis je fume...

Joyeux Noel, Monsieurs et Mademoiselles!