01:01 AM Your love lifts me higher than I’ve ever been before, Gentle One. Please don’t drop me.
07:40: My arm just fell off. Oh well, it’s only a flesh wound.
07:47: Cogito, ergo smite. 08:26: The doctor told me no more bar-room brawling, fist fights, or ballroom dancing. What do I do with my Thursday nights now? 02:08 AM While drunkenly stumbling wildly, I accidentally prayed through the medium of interpretive dance.