It's Friday night, my brain stopped functioning correctly hours ago, I have no idea why my goddamn Javascript is blocking on a call to the backend, and I need c

It's Friday night, my brain stopped functioning correctly hours ago, I have no idea why my goddamn Javascript is blocking on a call to the backend, and I need comic relief? More seriously, I think that's the way a lot of entrepreneurs think, and we sometimes need a slap in the back from each other. Something awful like this. Call me weak and boorish, but I shamelessly enjoyed it. It reminds of the life I am trying to avoid. The life of some relatives. The lives of friends with six and seven figure salaries with their trophy wives.