Ayn Rand

Last night, Pat Kidist and I thought it would be a really effective use of our time to argue about the value, definition, and motivation of work for about three hours in the middle of the night.
We didn't have much to do; we've been particularly bored lately. Kidist is simply working on a 10 page paper due at 9am, Pat on a 10 page philosophy due this evening, and me on a 25 pg thesis intro due in 6 days. So, as is evident, we really had plenty of time to discuss the meaning of life far into the wee hours of the morning.
We also, absolutely, solidified the LS and Play reputation while sitting at the Dude shooting the shit for three hours (albeit quite passionately) with our books mockingly open and unread on our desks.
I'm not quite sure how this started, or if we came to any agreement, nor even a semblance of understanding of each others points - but i do know one thing: our pronunciation of Ayn Rand's first name were both wrong. It's "I-ne", rhyming with "mine" - not Ann or Ayne.