Terminal Ready

Briefly, because it's near my bedtime and I have developed a bad habit of staying up late, herein I shall mention before I go to sleep, in a sentence that is unnecessarily long and deliberately delaying the revelation of its reason for existing due to a spontaneous desire to construct such a behemoth of pre-20th century syntax, the previous evening's event, which inspired a certain amount of glee and satisfaction, a desire to repeat said emotions, and the inspiration for this sentence, which I can't help but be critical of due to its lack of extraordinarily long and obscure words to further obfuscate what I'm trying to express even as I am am hoping it will end very soon because it is getting too late for writing,

Fun first show with Terminal Ready last night. The outfit I wore on stage easily ranks as the weirdest thing I've done for a cheap laugh since I put a whole tablespoon of wasabi in my mouth. I'm sure pictures will arrive online eventually. I rather enjoyed the effect of my pig tail braids blowing wildly around as I performed next to a large fan. The brief chat with The Brides after the show was positive and encouraging. A fine evening. Good night.