It's an 'excedrin for breakfast' kind of day.
I have had to resort to pulling out the big guns in order to energize myself: my playlist of the bounciest, peppiest, most hair-sprayed pop queens of the eighties. We're talking Samantha Fox and Bananarama here. And as I groove in my desk chair to Naughty Girls Need Love Too, my thoughts turn to
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