Friday, Friday--wait, no.

Damn Rebecca Black and her annoying, but undeniably catchy lyrics. WNCI has ruined my life by playing her song repeatedly for the last few weeks. Now her 13 year old Kesha (yes, I realize there's no dollar sign, but it's dark and I can't find the money key, sorry)-like voice is penetrating any of the more sound thoughts attempting to form in my head.

The worst part? Today isn't even Friday, and neither is tomorrow for that matter. It's freaking Wednesday.

Effffff.