Hell yeah it's after 1am and I'm still up working on my effing Evidence paper. Somehow this paper just sort of inadvertently reached gargantuan proportions...like giving Gremlins water after midnight or something...well, I guess technically that would be a better analogy if my paper was actually breeding indiscriminately, like Britney Spears, but it's late and I'm so tired. The best part of this non-story is that halfway through the final edit my computer just SHUT OFF for no apparent reason. It was so awesome. Especially the part where I started to cry and wail and then I had to sacrifice Beefy (the only virgin I could find in this apartment) in order to appease the gods of Fed. R. Evid. 702 and Hewlett Packard who have actually merged into a rather significant vortex of Evil and Doom. I wish I had a Cabana Boy who I could force to scribe this entire paper by hand while I sleep so I wouldn't have to deal with petty issues like "computers" and "rules" and "logic". Yeah. That would be cool. OK, clearly I've reached the end of whatever tiny train of coherent thought I had going. Off to bed.