You know when you wake up at 8:30am on a Saturday and you have all these texts from 2:30am saying "seriously where did you go, you didn't pay for 2 bottles of champagne." And you're up this early in the first place because you're waiting on Mexico to send you something for work. And then you remember the joint that's in your purse and you smoke it and fuck it's 8:43am on a Saturday now, and it's all gonna get better from here, and you're listening to the new Arcade Fire album and it's so fucking good? And THEN you're going to the beach? And FINALLY you say "fuck Mexico."
Yeah, that's where I'm at right now.