It's 11:14 pm my time, and I just got done with work. Legitimate, not-procrastinating, i-work-in-the-startup-salt-mines, since I began this morning...work.
I'm now faced with either getting a little more sleep, getting to read a book series I started recently, trying to get some of my russian studies done, or maybe actually learning something about programming today.
I think I developed more as a person when I was working a 9-5. I never even got to experience the freedom of academics, because I couldn't afford to go to college.
Fuck it, I'll read another article about monad transformers and then pass out.