I made a mistake when i listened to Diane Birch before work on Wednesday.
It made the day drag along so wearily.
Note to self: listening to joyous harmonies sung with sugary sweet, jazzy whimsy to parlour piano accompaniment, will ensure a rapid descent into apathy if followed by the tranny of work.
The recommended dosage is one rotation of "Bible Belt" accompanied by frolicking in a field wearing daisy chains.
TGI friday, indeed.