You know what? I'm just not naturally a 9-to-5 sort of person. I was up and out for a walk before 9 a.m., worked from about 10 a.m. til about 2 p.m., napped for an hour and a half, and puttered around doing stuff for the rest of the day. I'm only now getting tired, and, to be honest, I'm fine with that.

Down with the pig-dog oppressor's fascist conception of contiguous working hours! Fie on their restrictive definition of work and life and all that crap! Nyahh!

Can you tell I've been reading a history of Paris? "And the French revolted.... And the French revolted....And the French revolted..."