…makes a man laaaaaaaame.
This whole ‘responsible adult’ gig started kicking in this year, and I can’t say that I’m wholeheartedly enjoying it. Being on the West Coast and operating on Pacific Standard Time, I need to be up at the sweaty asscrack of dawn if I want to make any headway with press or partners in TO or New York. And if I need to order clotted cream or organic schnitzel (ie: yap with European folk)? Then I’ll likely need to give the middle finger to Morpheus and stay up ’til 1 or 2 AM to make it happen.
The days aren’t getting shorter, no matter what the Sun says. 🙁