There's nothing that quite ends a week as a Friday of frustrating hacking, irritating morons in the street, contentious co-workers, fearful fools forwarding ridiculous e-mails after disasterous acts, and a 81 grandfather who had a heart attack because he thinks he's Peter Pan than that magical minute at 16:30 that makes one quote the impeccable, incredible phil:

"Hey! My code works and stuff!"

If it weren't for the general malaise sitting on my soul, I swing out for a raucous evening. As it is, I'll hope for a mild night with a few good books of Robert Frost.