Writing this at 12:30 for NaNoWriMo. I am tired. There is an empty mug on my desk. There are no possible exits. My hair itches. My eyes scream for dark. I check to see if anyone has answered my thread "Questions about cybernetics, programming, office jobs, being in a band, and paintball." Amazingly, yes. To the bands, and the cybernetics, the two most vital questions. I am as elated as possible through all this fatigue. Tomorrow I rejoice.