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Late on these nights when The Daily Planet is published, and just before I drift off to sleep, I have these half-waken dreams of love. There is darting and furrowed brows, and then there is Newtonian physics, and the laws of gravity (there are more than one as far as I am concerned). I have my cutoff, and sleep beckons, but dreams cannot be all. There could be warmth, I have been praying, in this bed, but you are all too far off. This is the year to get on with it. Elvis wedding chapel or something cheaper. I am glad for the day off. I am glad for the beauty that is shown, and has been for so long, to me. I will love you all when I have the time, but let me just love me for a little while now. My head cannot handle what my heart feels.