It is 2:30. Three hours ago, I stumbled onto a post by PZ Myers at Pharyngula — the subject of which I’d rather not go into, if you don’t mind.
Watching the train wreck in the comments was horrible and fascinating and fuck-all triggering. I am wired and shaking and God* only knows when — or if — I will be able to sleep tonight.
I was going to complete my certification exam for work tomorrow. I may need to rethink that plan.
So what have we learned, Pat? That the Internet is no place to be traipsing around after 11 pm.