All I'm Missing is a Lampshade on My Head.

Ang fell asleep at 8, followed by Trot crashing on the chair around 8:20, leaving me and Rakes sprawled on the couch watching Kitchen Nightmares while he looked at one of Ciera's yearbooks from when she was in Elementary School.

Somebody stop the roller coaster; I wanna get off.

Although I know in 10 years I'm gonna be looking at my empty living room on a Friday night and wishing I could go back.