I have a bad case of heartburn tonight, which I guess is better than a bad case of assburn, but not by much.
That's it. My hypochondria has taken over for the night. The thrill is gone. Don't wait up. Stop and smell the napalm. Put your right foot in. Give till it hurts. Buy bonds. Don't forget to boogie. Emmanual Kant was an old pissant. The larch ... the larch. The larch ... the larch. And now for something completely different. The larch ... the larch.

No fooling I think my tongue is starting to swell, ahhhh screw it, I'm going to bed.