There isn't much time, my legs are numb and the left lens on these glasses have fogged. 5:55 pm. The call from the theatre still hasn't come in confirming that seat D1 at Bladerunner is mine.
If that paragraph didn't give you anxiety, you're probably normal. Here's the twist though, you have 2 minutes to write the review for "Cowboykiller" or an apartment up the road is going to run out of electricity.
Hectic, right! That's my apartment, this song was just too good not to post.