And the sky. And if you die. I’ll still love you. Hey. Hi. How are you. How's life. Do you get out of bed much? Get around? You know, sometimes it’s kind of a drag. But you can always hide under a desk. Or climb up on a futon. Or take a nap. Or lie around listening to music. Or go out on the town. But don’t count on seeing me again. Especially not in the near future. Sky high. Clouds low down. No one to see me through. Or hear me sing. Just another hot summer day. At least for now. Nothing to do but sit around and sing. One more thing. That reminds me. This should be the place to see exploded. Well, hey. How was your day. Me : OK. So how was yours. Did you get any good food today? Just a #1 at Pinco, on god.