Tossing and turning, 'til 5am -- woke up a few hours later for a meeting. I'm usually more... dynamic. It's comprehensible isn't it? A quick smoke/coffee breakfast; the breakfast of pseudo-self-employed-champions. Dans le peu de rêve que j'ai pu avoir, we smiled at a distance and connected, lifting impossible weights off of our shoulders to the dismay of the crowd like we used to, it was then that I forced myself to wake after hours of forcing myself to sleep. You know this story all too well. One more needless distraction that'll be hidden in the back of my head for the remainder of the day, non merci. The list, the list, the list S****, the list!\