Bob Dylan Singing “Mr. Tambourine Man” or Your Toddler on an Average Day?
Tells you in no uncertain terms that they are "NOT sleepy." Orders you to play the same song. Again.
Anna Pook is a writer and translator, living and working in the suburbs of Paris. She has never worn a beret. Not even ironically. Words in McSweeney’s, The Belladonna, Slackjaw, Points in Case, Jane Austen's Wastebasket, Little Old Lady and Litro Magazine. You can find her on Twitter @annapook.
Tells you in no uncertain terms that they are "NOT sleepy." Orders you to play the same song. Again.
Close family and friends are worried about your future prospects.
Smelling like a mix of Lay's Potato Chips, Victoria's Secret perfume, and Miller Lite for four years straight.