Pssst. Doug.
It's midnight.
Are you out there anywhere?
Nobody else is up, except for you, me, maybe a few other cavers, and a scant half dozen or so other primitives that are busy lurking.
I know what you're thinking right now, out there on your cold, dusty park bench located near some wi-fi: "How does that wascally Battlehymn know that I'm up?!" Well, it's because you don't have a job. I mean really, what else have you got to do?
Why not spill the beans? How about rewarding us late-nighters with what's been on your mind. What have you got to lose?