I didn't want to get up this morning. I don't want to do my hair. I don't want to clean up the cheerios off the floor. I don't want to stop Margaret from eating a whole bag of Cheetos at 8 am (and I may not...girlfriend has already powered through half the bag). I.Don't.Want.To. I would like to mail this one in. Hide from the world in my pajamas and a fine dusting of Cheeto powder. But I have things to do and apparently we are given this life to live it. Or something.
So. I have resorted to the tried and true. A pick me up that is best taken with a slice of air guitar.
Yes, it is so 2003. Yes, there is a shocking amount of man chest. Yes, space octopi are a stretch. No, I don't care.
Behold. I believe in a thing called love.