The Bottom 10 inspirational thought of the week:
There's a little child running 'round this house How did you go bad? On Saturday morning I stood on The Hill in Knoxville, Tennessee. The weather was beautiful. And yet, there was a fog.
And he never leaves, he will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Did you go bad? Did you go bad?
Some things will never wash away
Did you go bad? Did you go bad?
-- "Fog," Radiohead