Zen and the Art of Roto Rooting

It's 1 AM.

I have a pounding frelling headache.

And I'm listening to a motorized snake rumble in my basement.

I'm not going to make it into work tomorrow in a timely fashion.

Scratch that, I'm just plain not going to work tomorrow.

Not finding my Happy Place right now.

Where the hell is a Zen master when you really need one?