this is like my worst nightmare and my greatest dream at the same time

Let me paint you a scene.

An earnest, hard-working web designer (myself, and yes, an oxymoron) is working away at a problem that just won't seem to resolve. He's trying all kinds of workarounds but still, nothing works. He's getting fairly depressed and is now forcing himself to work, and not enjoying it, which is something he tries to avoid doing. He decides that instead, he'll drown his sorrows and then have a stab at it a bit later. He goes to the freezer and finds a half-full bottle of Stoli - he takes a hearty swig. (Man, that stuff tastes nice.) Because of his inescapable addiction, he returns to his computer and resumes debugging.

After about fifteen minutes, it starts turning around - and lo, in about five minutes the thing is working perfectly.

And I am forced to a single conclusion: I work better when I'm drunk.