…or something like that.  I wish.  One of my rare bad nights, so now I've got a headache and about 1 this afternoon I will hit a wall and become a zombie, which does not bode well for my lunch hour o' writing.  And I spilled coffee on my (very) white shirt and Oxy-Clean only partially took it out, so I look like a slob on top of it.  Good thing my office is in the back of the library where few people dare to tread; I may end up staying in here until 5 pm.

On the other hand, I did do some...