Once upon a time, I was the ephemeron. Then I had a frappuccino for lunch and changed my mind.

I haven't the slightest idea what to put here.

I doubt people would be much interested in the nasty details of whatever personal life I have (honestly, with all the media these days and all).

HOT DANGZ RANDOM FACTZ LOLOLOLULZ.

I can pitch my voice differently. And it happens all the bloody buggering time. It does it on its own, the annoying little git. Like I'll be conversing with one female, and The Voice will be at a concert C. Then a male steps in, and the vocal chords pick that moment to chromatically descend to a G#. Maybe it's a hormonal influence. Psh. Whatever. When annoyed, it's at a D above the concert C. Or it goes to an A above.

That was completely influenced by a music-based contemplative rambling. I play trumpet, a vastly superior instrument. I also bang the tripe out of the piano every now and then.

This is ending before I send you all (if there be any of you at all) to sleep. You might benefit from it actually, seeing how late it is.

And yes, I procrastinate like FedEx. They lost my textbook once.