Woke up in BDT,
With my jacket over my face via Michael turning the lights on, to my alarm, which was on a prop table, with excellent typography taped to my laptop via Jana, with a bottle of water sitting next to me, to Neil Gaiman’s asks all over my dash, better rested than I’ve been since I can remember (on 2.5 hours of sleep), only 195 hours until T-0, and to a hearty good morning from Michael and a discussion of politics.
It was strange and sort of wonderful.
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