I am sitting in the basement of my friend Val's house. Val, say something:

Something.

Well, that's all that you can expect. She is stealing my tea. Mwahahahaha. She is a tea napper. Exeunt upstairs. So writes our goodly friend, Shakespeare, having just seen (I) Hedgewig and the Angry Inch I must say I am disappointed and I disagree. However, all things being thus in an unequivocal thusness striving towards the supernal flame united in all ulterior claims of a static motion, the fire reborn will quench itself in only eternal thirst. Thus has the oracle spoken. All is united in one, a presence sheathed in mystery of love. By the stars divine, goodnight.