Guns, queens, and the particular greyness outside my window

Procrastination is the evil twin of Work, and since I have an interest in "evil" things, I am currently under the Almighty Procrastination's spell. Either that or it's just so great waking up to a window whose view is a wall. And music. Ahh, sweet, sweet music.

Maybe it's the solitude. The faux peace. The haunting.

I'd like to have some breakfast, but that men's magazine is calling my attention with better meat, and the thoughts of her, and alternatively, him, are messing up with the entropy in my head.