Why is it that inspiration always strikes after 2 am?

I was sitting here, chained to my computer desk and Googling old classmates and feeling thoroughly uninspired to get anything Fringe related accomplished, when BOOM! The website is up and running with rudimentary information, but important information nonetheless. And now it's 4 am and I should have been asleep four hours ago, but inspiration struck, and when inspiration strikes, you can either turn the other cheek and get stuff done, or you can seethe quietly in the corner, plotting a detailed, bloody, and embarrassing revenge involving rocket launchers, Squeezy Cheese, and highly questionable underwear choices caught on film. Most of us choose the former, and work gets done. Yay work.

Right now, I look sort of like this. Yay 4 am!