I feel that I owe it to the whole of you to spread out something of a less self-destructive nature than what has been displayed of late. I want you to know that as I sit here at five twenty-four a.m., bopping to the melodic strains of "Have You Seen Her?", I am content. It may not last, but I am content.

Now, sleep on, my beauties. I go forth to test these young muscles of mine. Sleep on.