It's occurred to me that I've only kept and held jobs that allow me/require me to stay up all night every once in awhile. I'm done with all my work right now, it's almost 9am, and I'm still up. Writing.
The constant in my life seems to be fucking up any routine imposed upon me. And goddammit, I've gotten really good at it. Jury's still out on whether that's a bad thing or not.
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