Because I farted away a few hours earlier where I could/should have been doing work, AND THEN I steam-burned my pinky in a teakettle mishap and whined to DudeJeans about needing to convalesce on the couch. I made him bring me snacks. It was very Victorian. Anyway, now I have coffee and a good playlist and a few hours of work to do.

Anybody else burning the midnight oil? CAN WE HANG OUT?