Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Yes, the words of Ozymandias are fitting at this moment. I have only begun tonight's revelry, but these words do indeed seem right enough for now (though, hopefully, considerably less ironic).
It would seem - given my "zen" about the final exam which I have recently completed - that I have, indeed, passed my exam (though that goddam section on Relative Pronouns sucked rhino). Therefore, I have this night, evidently, FINALLY fulfilled the requirements for a Bachelor of Music in Composition degree. This is something which I should have completed back in mid 1983 - nevertheless, better late than NEVER.
So, at least until I discover otherwise.............. let the intoxication commence. Thus, my pal Jennifer and I (and I have recently come to notice that, at the moment, almost ALL of my friends are women - does that make me gay?) went to Chili's to begin Part 1 of this Important Task. As for the fornication, well......... I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.
Let there be sideways viewpoints until further notice..................
Prepare to be repaid, Mr. Fucking Weasel!!