- These rods are the only thing keeping them from falling into a pit.
- It may not be easy, but we need to forget.
- You know, it's almost like euphoria. You can't understand what's going on...
- Of people's problems.
- It's so slow.
Enough about me. What do you think about me? Now with 30% more sass.

dance of three where I assure myself that I have actually set the alarm for A.M. and not P.M. and where I realize that I better sleep fast because there are just not enough hours between now and morning. In college we used to bid each other this blessing, "May the Lord multiply your hours of sleep, dominus possum pax probiscus, post mortem, et tu brute, puella carborundum," taken from a Ray Stevens song we seemed to have loved called The Hair Cut. In that little moment of time on the radio settings between alarm, radio and radio alarm, a tiny yet always complete bit of language makes its way to my ears. I always have my radio set to 91.5fm, which is OPB radio before midnight and the BBC News after midnight. It seems needless to say that the bits I always catch have come all the way from Greenwich Mean Time.