I want to fit

I've had a song called 'I want to fit' by New Young Pony Club in my head for most of the day. I played it incessantly when I painted my place. I forget about it (the song) for a couple of hours tonight and then boom! Stackable, fit in one babushka dolls bought it all back.

So now it's 31 degrees at 10 something at night and all I can think about is that song and how painting in this weather is probably ideal. It's not. Ever.