drink from the chalice of cheap escape

I honestly cannot decide whether I am so tired I am about to fall over, or if I feel sick. I feel like one of those optical illusions which rely on an unstable percept. Is it a vase? Is it two faces? Is it my immune system throwing a hissy fit? Is it the result of staying up 'til 1am frantically finishing this damn pinch-hit*?

Anyway, I'm going to throw myself into some HTML tagging, submit the damn thing, and then have an experimental nap.

*Hey, self. You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. Pinch-hits are not supposed to pass 5000 words. Please remember this for next time.