I don't mind some slight disorder

Apparently the ENTIRE subway system is on fire right now. As such, no one in my office has made it into work (one of them actually called me having a temper tantrum in his Brooklyn subway station), leaving me to do the administrative plate-spinning bonanza. I hate having to actually interact with coworkers.

In the meantime I picked out two songs for your weekend listening pleasure:
Rainy Night in Soho, by the Pogues. (Any word on Shane "Don't Let Them Bury Me I'm Not Dead Yet" MacGowan?)

Gloomy Sunday, by Diamanda Galás. AKA the Hungarian Death Song. Like being Hungarian isn't enough to drive you to suicide.

(Disclaimer: Not responsible if these songs drive you to suicide/rotting teeth.)