Back in black, I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm let loose from the noose, that's kept me hangin' about
I been lookin' at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high,
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm back! Yes, I'm back!
Well, I'm baaack, baaack... The first of six semesters of my second masters degree is officially over and not a second too soon. I consumed more coffee and alcohol in the past five months, than I have in the past five years combined.
This summer should be one sweet release, like an explosive fart after holding it in all night long until the date is over or a finger down the throat after a merlot fueled chickenfinger binge at Tomfooleries . . . whichever.
"I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"