Well, that was a refreshing twelve hours of sleep. that’s what I liked about working at home last time. If I was tired, I could sleep until I was no longer tired. So if, hypothetically, I were to go out one night, knowing I had to get up at five the next morning, and decide to stay up all night wrestling and whatnot with the cute Brit boy who wanted to see Brooklyn before he went home, I could then come home after working a full day the next day and then just sleep for a dozen or so hours until I caught up.
And now I’ll aso be rested up for Squeezebox tonight.
Live vicariously while you can, kids. I won’t keep this pace up forever. I’m just celebrating the first week of self-employment and the onset of spring.