The plan for tonight was for me to write papers. Apparently, this secretely meant 'get very drunk and look at pictures of food online'. It's amazing enough that I'm able to type at all right now. I've taken my advil in advance, I've got two water bottles by the bed, I'm good to go.
Except: *insert work woe here*. Now that I'm glassy-eyed and utterly sloshed, all I want is to write papers or fic, or other productive things such as that.