Now that all the musical ramblings that were making soft-but-persistent maraca-rattles in my head are out of the way, I get to concentrate on the really important stuff: staying up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning…I’ll make waffles. Well, two out of three aint bad – I don’t much like waffles. (Pancakes, on the other hand… Big fan). I don’t think my stories are all that manly, either. I’d hope not. But I do like to stay up late and do…stuff.
Skip ahead a few years and I strangely find myself an insomniac.
That’s probably a lie. It’s far more likely that I developed a taste for the guilty indulgence of staying up ‘way past my bed time’ and engaging in pursuits that cause my contemporaries to roll their eyes and ‘tsk’ at my reasoning behind the choice. I feel nonchalantly defiant towards said tsk-ing. The things I am able to achieve at night, when all is quiet and no one is pestering me to fulfil certain obligations, are incredibly important. With unbroken concentration, I can achieve far more in the hours past midnight than I’ve ever been able to when my eyes are stinging from being exposed to (un)natural light. My pursuits may be of a leisurely nature, at least according to some, but I most certainly approach them with fervent dedication, and can not rest until all goals have been ticked off the list.
So, on that note, I find myself with the compulsion to make the following declaration (after spending many nights perusing the freely available emoticons on line – particularly of the ninja variety): I have found the coolest smiley in existence. Not only that, I’m going to post it here – prepare yourself for impending awesomeness….
I believe my work here is just about done, particularly considering I’ve now wasted sufficient time to make it late enough to play Resident Evil 5 with the appropriate amount of atmosphere.