Nodding in and out at my desk. The fluorescent lights are low. No sunlight. Some construction is going on above me. I'm the last one left, like always. I keep pushing further and further into the night. I'm more addicted to work than drugs. Mentally, anyway. My bum has flattened itself into a chair shape. I'm all stiff. I'm becoming the chair. I wouldn't be surprised if someone came in, sat down on me and started typing on my laptop or something. Anyway, I'm formulating a plan, and I'll tell you all about it on Monday.