somehow combined an unnatural trend for waking up at 7.30am and just getting up and on with things (three weeks now - crazy, but going to bed when you’re tired has to be key in there somewhere), with spending most nights at the pub. louis was 22, then burning man planning, then my roof leaked, then it was a job interview, then it was brussels inspired community drinks, then lara’s birthday, then up at 8.30 for my day off to meet mark, have breakfast out, introduce him to vjing, then meet adam curry et al in the pub for a podcasters meet up - all about jo and kosso and the def leppard tour connection - and then more pubbage with still-standing marathon runners. can i go to bed now?