Son of a Bitch.
Usually in this situation I would take a long, angry run or lift some angry weights until the endorphin rush is at narcotic level and I feel better. But the gym is closed, and I have an early lab, so a midnight run is a seriously poor life choice right now. So I'll settle for listening to sexually charged music and playing with my new photo editing software. It's not perfect, but it will have to do, because even my Plan B is shot.