I'm tired. I'm coming down with a cold. And I have to finish this retarded business plan by tomorrow morning, nine AM. It's not really that good, but frankly I don't care: I'll probably pass the course and get the certificate even if it's moderately lame. As a result, I've decided to work on it for another hour, fudge the financials, print the damn thing out, go home, and forget about it until tomorrow morning.