When you’re down and depressed, and you haven’t even been able to speak to your honey for the last couple of days because of work issues, and your inner Captain Paranoia is getting the better of you and convincing you that the reason he hasn’t responded to your attempts at contacting him are because he is fed up with you, and you feel lower than a snakes hips, so you decide to try and alleviate the mood with music, do not, I repeat do NOT play Pink Floyd.
You start off with the song “Wish You Were Here”, because, well, duh, and then you progress to “Dark Side of the Moon”, an album with which you are so familiar that you not only know every word, sniff, cough and crackle, but can also imitate all the “Oh-ho-whoa-oh-waaaaaaaahs” of the woman in the instrumental part of the titular track in the shower to great effect, and with the added bonus of pissing off your bitch queen of a neighbour in the upstairs apartment.
Take it from me, I have been around the block once or twice in my life and I know my shit.
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