Haze of love

It’s three o’clock in the morning,
Or maybe it’s four.
I am thinking of you,
Wondering what I should do,
But I’m finally cutting through this haze.

Lyrics from Haze of Love by Cake

It’s early, or late. Depending on how you look at it. I’m going to bed now so I’m calling it late.

Furthermore, I’ll be at Web 2.0 tomorrow this morning. If we are friends, I recommend the 9:45am panel. See you there.