It's 11:59, well now midnight. I just got home from the office and I cannot stop thinking about work. Where is our next job going to come from? How are we going to get our name out there? How can we afford the equipment we need to do our job? Why do plans keep falling through!
Now that I've gotten home, this change of scenery should provide the incentive I needed to keep working. And working. and working...
Someone told me that our bodies require a certain amount of sleep to be creative. I feel like I'm having to sacrifice sleep in order to preserve a life of creativity. Sleep and security and friends.
Luckily, my ice cream sandwich is here to keep me company.