Please pardon typos, hideous sentences, and all sorts of messiness here today. This is the first week in which your trusty editor doesn't have a day job. We had no idea that the life of a freelancer involved so much A) watching porn and B) trying not to piss off the popular skanks in town (too late!) and C) cramming for finals at the last minute.

In fact, freelancing is just like high school all over again. Last night we pulled an all-nighter and totally told our evil British playboy publisher Nick Denton that we were sleeping over at Julie's house — but let's just say Julie's parents weren't home. Anyway, if I nod off in the back of class today, please don't tell everyone that I'm a junkie. Now that we work "for ourselves" we have to save the hard drugs for weekends.