I get home. Go to sleep tipsy.
Suddenly it's 9:30am and my phone is ringing.
...I'm up, I'm up...
Ow, my head...
"Brandon? Hi, it's work. We need your help on yaddayaddayadda..."
15 minute conversation, still half asleep, slightly hung over. I rock the phone call, they love the ideas I pitched them, and thanked me for the great tips.
They hang up.
I finish rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and think:
...I can do this job in my sleep. ...so to speak...
Note: It's not like me to sleep in and start my day around 10-11, so work, if you end up reading this, it's not a regular thing... but I still fuckin rocked it, didn't I? Didn't I???
So now I begin my day. In a fucking awesome mood. Because I'm the shit.
Now to keep the momentum going... let's go sell some shit.