Syllable counting sucks, for the record. Online syllable counters are fairly unreliable, so I was forced to use my fingers and count aloud like a five-year-old.
Okay. My hips hurt from straddling this damn table and my ass hurts from sitting on this damn chair.
It's time to make another toddy, lean back, and enjoy the late-night edition in the house.
Goodnight all. See you at tomorrow's crack of dawn.