The Obscure

Video killed the radio star.

Hello, my numerous and multi-many-pronged friends! I sit here in my sombrero contemplating Socrates, and other great philosophers of the day. It appears I cannot have a drink without a leak in it. Therefore I shall miss approximately one sip of every drink I will ever drink for the rest of my days, and that sip shall go to no one but the dust.
I should sleep, for I have work in the morning. I took some of the pills that do make me tired, soon the effects of them shall be shown on my boyish features and I will make to my bed.
Luck be a lady tonight, my friends, luck be a lady tonight. Or whatever.

I think I shall go lie down in awkward positions on my couch for a few hours until the sun rises. Then I will watch the sun rise with a shot of espresso. Brilliance, my lad!
Of course, this is bound to not happen, I'll probably fall asleep in an hour or two and then have to wake up way after the sunrise and go to work. I haven't seen a sunrise in ages.
Seeing the sun rise on the water is the best thing ever, it's really the main thing I've ever liked about camping. That and the copious amounts of cardgames. It's surprising how bored you get without television to fill in the blanks!
I have leapt from subject to subject long enough, I bid you ah-dew.