Eh.

I’m in the midst of an all-nighter at work. My first, surprisingly. I've come close, but I do believe that tonight's the night I finally make it happen. My brain is functioning, from a cognitive standpoint, at a less than optimal level. For some reason, I’m also feeling very whimsical. If the right (or wrong, depending on one’s perspective) song pops up on my ipod in the next five minutes, I just might feel pumped up enough to tear my diplomas off of my office wall, shatter their frames on my desk, and wipe my ass with them.