Daft Punk in the morning makes for streamline productivity.
Read text.
Edit.
Reallign, redesign.
REPEAT.
This is my job. It involves lots of keystrokes, finding shortcuts and mouse clicks. It's hard to do in the afternoon sometimes, with distractions abound and sleepiness at bay. The mornings, however, are almost seamless. I notice the time less with the electronic beats.
beat beat beat beat...
My body aches a little bit from hiking up House Mountain yesterday afternoon to see the sunset. I was dog tired by the time I got home, and Janna and I shared a consolation beer at Barley's. Just gotta remind her of the options out there.
Time slooows down on my CPU when I put on Avett Bros., for example. Which is who Mel and I are going to see in November. Can't fuckin wait. Hopefully we'll be celebrating our fantastic new president OBAMA that week. Mmmmmm. He's so fine.
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