 The day was still made for me. Reruns of Martin waiting on me. More cake for me. Cake for me. Amy, scare me. And she make me jealous of Cheryl and my bad dream. Brian, my boyfriend, gay as his father. But his love letters be sweeter than snowballs in the east and Queens Street all wrapped in one love letter. And a warm sweater in December. I'm better, I'm better. I decay, whatever.