I've been glancing at the calendar and the clock all day today. Why is this important, you wonder? Today is my last day of freedom. My last few hours of hope that millions of dollars will land in my lap so that I don't have to return to the drudgery, also known as my job, of teaching. It could happen, right? I mean, I know my millions won't come from the mailman because there's no mail on Sunday, but surely some kind-hearted soul would love to deliver my sure-ticket out of the school system. Right?... Anyone?... Bueller?...
While I'm waiting for my windfall and praying for God to save me from myself (and my job), enjoy an acoustic version of There is Nothing by Rush of Fools:
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