...Much as my inane ramblings have amused my friends, and getting away with rattling out nonsense without retribution has pleased me, I don't think I can do it any more as my role as pointless noise muppet/international disgrace has to be resumed on a more time-consuming basis. And as Stephen Patrick sang, "It pays my way but it corrodes my soul... I have to leave, you will not miss me." Thank you and goodnight.