Isn't that the naked truth. I mean, the last thing I need right about now is sitting here in this God-forsaken traffic jam listening to the same miserable crap on the radio that they play endlessly. Are people that bored with life that they repeat this crap day-in and day-out? What's the point of all this - can you seriously answer me that? Can't I just push stop and fast forward through this tiresome rat trap, because every time I think about it, here I am again. It's ludicrous, and something tells me I'll be saying the same thing again tomorrow. It's just getting a bit too repetitive, not to mention redundant. I've got better s**t to do, really. Seriously.