I got ten thousand.

[HughBeaumont]

I got a collection of tasks I cannot juggle, a library of books I have no time to read and a nearly filled up list of DVR selections I'll probably watch when the spirit moves me.

I got the magic of centuries worth of conjurers gurgling in my vena cava.

I got the urge to jump on my chimney and swing a giant chain above my head while lightning attempts to knock me off my perch.

I have a dream that John Boehner will pirohuette out to the dais and sing "I'm a Little Teapot".

I have the heartbeat of a Napalm Death epic.

I got a good mind to look the Washington Monument straight into it's cursed red eyes and tell it to stop blocking my shining light, damn it.

I got a voice that will stop time so we can take a rest, go on vacation and have that Mah Jonng party we all wanted.

I got the ability to levitate provided you have enough fishing line.

I got to wonder who the hell really runs the show and who gave him that job.

I got hope that something good will come out of this sewer of a life.

I got my action figure of Lemmy Kilmister and wonder if he has the power to pop out of his plastic.

I live in a blue state.

I have a Democratic president already ruffling the feathers of various corporate fluffers, GOP gofers, elephantine has-beens, lame sycophants and other poopy-pants peckers who smell like Popov vodka and dead Reagans.

I got an online community filled with fascinating people from all genders, countries, proclivities, religions, caves, flophouses, brothels, two-bit seedy joints, brownie-houses, beer steins, parallel universes, temples, skyscrapers, bridges, concert halls, fiber optic networks and cribs.

I got many days left on this ball of wax and 1 billion phone calls to make.

I got to thank you for making this all possible. What that is, I do not know.

It's 10:00 PM EST. And this has been . . .. . 10,000.

Good night and Godspeed.