School's out for never.
I'm giving up on having an vacation, too many little things are hacking the days to pieces, "gotta do this..., "... gotta do that.."
I should have gone away for two or three weeks, but where?
Let's have some retrobabe action:
(For some reason these old "French postcards" from the 50's and 60's always make me think of the crime novels by James Ellroy)