I don't*, so have the Song of the Night.

*I plan on using a Colt 45 40oz to down a pack of those gas station amphetamines (caffeine pills) and cruising around on the dirt bike then getting laid by a longtime friend, preferably in the graffiti'd bathroom of the legendary Inkwell Coffee House in Long Branch, NJ, before bringing her back to my place for bong rips and don't stop smoking and fucking until we pass out at around 5 AM, until I have to get up for work that evening.