Alas, awakeful hours at the crack of dawn means that Lord Morpheus is reaching into his bottomless pouch and casting handfuls of onieromatic dust into mine eyes, thus one is straining to remain in watchful wakedness as killer axes trundle across my late night tellybox.
And thus I is too sleepy to entertain you with todays escapades. Of ballads of simian onanism, of electro-musicians literally being bummed, of lacklustre lactating of moobage, of naughty sexy pleasure sandwiches, and of Space Monsters masquerading as radiator thermostats with ray guns.
And that's before we gots there!
Suffice to say, an ace time was had by all!
And now, I lay me down to sleeps
