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Late for lunch

My schedule has been outta whack for a while, but it got extra worse when Dan was gone for the weekend and I stayed up until 5am noodling on ancillary projects.

This put me in to work closer to lunch than breakfast.

One day this week I walked into the studio and yelled out for Tom. He was sitting directly before me camouflaged among the CDs sitting behind a makeshift spread looking forlorn—as if I had missed a special dinner date.

His passive humor was lost on me at the time. I was still groggy.

In hindsight? Quite funny, and genius in execution.

The whole "meal" here.

Current music: De Novo Dahl "I Woke Up Late"