Today I did closer to nothing. I woke up late and went to sleep again. I read one chapter of a book, and I took zero Adderall. My skull contained brain soup today. It was all I could muster to drive to Philadelphia. By 6pm and with a giant coffee, I was finally ready to move. I hung out with two Rochelles and a Michael, and provided a plate of nachos.
I left late, and stayed up later. Around one o'clock in the morning, I felt like my day began.