Tink, it seems Friday will never come. The weekend appears to be getting farther and farther away, and I am slowly losing my mind. It's never the same, everything's different. Something's missing. I miss cutlery, and I seem to ache all over. (But that might be linked to something else.) I am just a new boy, a stranger to this town. Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? I guess it doesn't matter how long it takes, just as long as you get back real quick. ...