Oh, the horror of losing your expensive drugs. Late this afternoon in the hallowed halls of the Observer, an certain employee (who's never in the office, including today) suffered the misfortune of having his little bag o' joy "exploding" within his desk. Apparently he keeps his workplace stash large enough to be released into the air upon explosion, thus leaving nearby staffers inhaling and coughing on the airborne drug.

On bright side, tomorrow's issue closes tonight, so we're sure the staff will pull their all-nighter with teeth-grinding ease. Look for the morning edition to be extra edgy, heh.