I must hate myself.

Its the day before Christmas. (I guess you could call it Christmas Eve, even though its not evening yet) We are 'officially' closed, but I'm here at my desk in the office. There's no one else here. The phone is not ringing. And yet, as the hours tick by, I find more and more stuff that I should do before going home.

If you need me, I'll be the guy in the corner, banging his head against the wall.