Surfing the Productivity Wave

I don't know if it's the cold weather or the sudafed, but I have been inspired to bust some butt and do work. It's weird, but I have decided to ride it out.

Friday afternoon, I took a nap, woke up, took some decongestant and ended up burning through a whole book for my dramaturgy. I didn't even realize that I had missed Fives. Oh well. I can always hang out for a couple of hours till Madness. But around Madness-time, I had a head full of gunk again. I was pretty much only functional in 4-6 hour intervals. Suddenly, it was 6AM, I had gotten a pile of work done and eaten my way through a cherry pie, and realised I had watched a bunch of DVDs in the background.

The productivity went well with my odd anti-social mood. Stay in. Read The Rover. Go to the library on a Saturday night. Actually understand Foucault. (Believe me, I was in a state of shock myself.)

But a text message from one of the "cool kid" designers, and I inhaled my pancakes and headed out to the Gypsy-Pirate party. Which involved some festive punch, bandannas and Gogol Bordello. Even the cat was blinged out in gypsy beads, fighting off the foam sword.

Now I am working on more Foucault and Drive prep. And it's a long weekend!