So it turns out I passed out in my bed last night while attempting to write. This was around 11pm, which may well be the first time I’ve gone to bed before midnight in the longest time. It’s largely because I’ve been getting up at semi-normal human hours for a change so I can make at least a pass at interacting with the rest of humanity on a normal basis. You’d think I’d adjust my work schedule to fit with this…but no. I get some real (ie paid) work done most mornings and fall into a bumbling around town/reading comics/making incredibly well-seasoned meals until late night and then remember that I’m trying to trick everyone into thinking I’m serious about writing. But by this point my eyes have fallen out of my head and the siren call of sitting with a laptop in a pillow fortress becomes too strong.
And so here we are.
For lack of anything actually interesting to tell you, listen to this:
My good pal and architern (architect + intern, but so much more) Tom Wright posted this a few minutes ago on the social mediazzz and it’s just ambient and unfamiliar enough that I can write to it without falling out of my psyhic space and into another. Which is nice. Tom occasionally blogs about things that I don’t really understand and does quirky design shenanigans so that must make him supersmart right? Right.