Closing Time

Evening all.

The ponderous hands on the clock have wandered past the witching hour, the last dregs of the bottle have been drained, the cd is fading slowly towards silence and ennui and lethargy have enveloped me like two big envelopes marked "Mr Ennui" and "miss Lethargy"

Doors locked, lights off, going to bed.

night all



Semisonic