Purple Haze

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne.
One Ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

Oh well, after a full day at Rage yesterday, and nearly an all nighter afterwards, not even the one ring that rules them all could not wake up Matthew fully this morning. The purple haze was still a fog in his sleepy head even after the scrubbing, his hair still had the purple tinge of yesterday's Tsuu Tsukiyama. Tomorrow is back to school so that purple just has to go.

Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.