I had a project I needed to finish at work last night and I couldn't get anyone to babysit until 11pm. So I came in and found an excellent groove, finished just enough to make it look like I was finished when the phone rang. It was 5am and I could hear Victoria screaming in the background as Christopher yelled, too, "Where are you?" I reminded him that he had dialed a land line so he shouldn't have to ask but then I hopped home and took a snappy little nap and managed to get to work a half-hour early. The sweet part about pulling an all-nighter is how great it feels to sleep the next night. And I have three lovely bottles of Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout in the fridge at home. And it's payday. We'll try to find something fun to do tomorrow.