Ever had one of these days?

Some days we sit around and wish longingly for more excitement in our lives. Then there are times I'm glad that my life isn't half as interesting as the poor sod from this Beat Farmers song from the mid-80's.

Well I guess I had myself some fun last night
I don't remember a thing
But I'm trying with all my might
Well my brains a sinful blur
But one thing is for sure
I found myself another lost weekend

Well my hands are sore
And there’s lumps upside my head
Some teenage girl is sleepin’ in my bed
And if I don’t lie down quick
I believe that I’ll get sick
Repentance for another lost weekend

I wish somebody’d tell me
Just who and what I did
Why’s this ring on my finger?
And who’s that screamin’ kid?

My phone is ringin’
I hear I put on quite a show
And the more I hear the less I wanna know
I wanna dig a hole and die
But I couldn’t even if I tried
I found myself another lost weekend

I wish somebody’d tell me
Just who and what I did
Why is this ring on my finger?
And who’s that screamin’ kid?

I’m prayin’ to the Porcelain God
And I’m down on my knees
Said I'll swear off
if you'll only help me please
And with my guts runnin’ down the drain
I sing one last refrain
I’ll never find another lost weekend
I’ll never find another,
Lost weekend

This speaks for itself

"Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is never lost."

John Quincy Adams