My Yawn Equals Your Snifflin' Year ...

Drinking scotch at 23:59, putting the last layers of gloss on the photo-score for Tuesday's solo vocal performance at Moers. I might get six hours of sleep tonight, and so the wheel of fatigue turns. The hyper-ambitious need not fret about rest, for we shall have our fill after the flameout...

Exaggerated capuchin stretch,

TS