Today...

Today was good. But what is good? Is it a measurable standard agreed upon by society? Or is it relative to our own experience? In any case, and by any standard, today was a good day. Alas, it is come too near an end however, and I fear that I may lose the sweet embrace of this evenings events upon the dawning of the sun. "Fear not!" my conscience alarms; "Thine memory is safe within the ivory shell of thine skull". Upon me the fear looms however, that my remembrance should fade, and the lessons of this night, so harshly learned, should slip from my inner register like so much sand through an hourglass. Hark to my warning children, care for your memories and they shall not desert thee, but fritter them away like coins in a gambler's purse, and ye shall be rewarded with an empty head upon yon shoulders.

What the fuck was that?

I'm tired, and I have no idea what I'm typing, so I bid thee farewell, and good morrow.