It's 4:42 AM as I type this, and I'm rather bummed. And just luckily enough I happened to find my "I hate the world and especially women" CD that I burned somewhere in the realm of 4 years ago.
Only I have the mad Skillz to run not one, not two, but three women out of a bar with merely one sentence. And the sentence had no bad language, innuendo, entendre, or outrageous requests, just a humble request for a dance. Then afterwards have the wonderful luck of escorting Twitch and his date for the evening around (which I didn't mind in the slightest) followed by dropping them off in a park and keeping myself busy for 45 minutes (which I did).
Oh, well. I'm crashing now.