I hate the day for the same reason that I need the day at other times. Too many people around. While I'm working, its best for me to be stirring at night, but the night doesn't do much for networking and socializing unless I'm looking for something illegal. Why is it that nightowl artists share the same social sphere as hookers and addicts? I guess we're all addicts in our own right.

Well I've been all over the place with my sleep in the recent holiday months, in bed at 3pm, 8pm, several small naps like Kramer when he was trying to do the da Vinci thing, and much to my disappointment, I didn't wake up in a bag underwater.

I did however finally get myself squared away last night after some moosetracks ice cream, 3 episodes of Breaking Bad, starting up a new anime series with buckets of gorgeous Japanese violence and a lot of horrible time wasted on the stumblebutton. There was no room for productivity as I was falling asleep standing up around 6PM yesterday.

So I finally get my proper rest per my alien planet's rotation of 36 hour days and I woke up feeling like myself this morning. Even managed to throw some bad yoga into my morning routine. (i stretched)

Now I'm back to the grind and looking at some deviant projects that were sizzling on the back burner last week. And I am really getting jazzed about Blacktop Lore now that I've got this slightly loud vlog on the subject : [link]

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