 But all day long, I still hurt. Here we go. And every night, it just gets worse. Rainy days and stormy nights. Good morning. You're on the air. I hate to interrupt with music. Yeah, I know. I'm hardly ever contradictory, but I think that woman's about full of you know what. Yeah? She's got her nine minutes of fame. Yeah? Everybody in that bleacher could say the same thing she said.