"And you love my dark"

Oscars tonight. Oscar party tonight. Party good. Show bad. Jamie Foxx good. Clint Eastwood bad. Believe it or not that may very well be the most eloquent thing I've ever written. I dunno. I'm just indifferent to MDB. Best Picture...question mark? Good mini-party though. I liked everyone there and that's not an easy thing to do. I approved and I know how important my approval is to everyone so, sleep fine tonight folks. Man, my icon's so awesome. I can't get over how awesome my icon is. I don't care if you don't think she's hot, she's hot. She's my kind of hot. Playboy once dubbed her "The Thinking Man's Pin-up" and I wouldn't call that an inaccurate statement. I'm getting tired at ten past eleven. What is wrong with me?! I used to be unbreakable man. I used to be the shiz. Now, I'm this puny little get-tired-at-11:00PM mortal. I'm listening to Norah Jones. Few voices soothe me like Norah Jones. It's this kind of raspy honey voice that defy many more adjectives. It's confident, it's slightly sexy, it's charming, it's southern. It's soothing. The music has just transitioned to Macy Gray. And now I'm afraid. I'm afraid someone's gonna bust a cap up mine. 31