The End of the Weekend

I'm bloody procrastinator who can't get himself to finish the write-up for school. I dunno if it's burn out.

In other news, I've re-visited the joys of listening to Oasis's and Suede's early works. Suede's Beautiful Ones elicits the same kind of wonder and joy it had on me a decade ago when I was just a kid.

Who can possibly not be amused with lyrics like 'Psycho for sex and glue/Lost it to Bostick yeah'?