Once upon a time a person existed who thought that 7 am conference calls with Asia were epitome of cruelty.
That person also lived 15 minutes away from work.
That same person also thought that a night out was fun when just coming out of a club at this hour.

Beating myself up for allowing myself the luxury of one episode of Westworld last night instead of going to bed at 9:30 like responsible people do on Sunday night.

The thing that hasn’t ceased to amaze me is how many people are already up and on their way to work in this neighborhood. The expressway is full of cars and trucks. I am whining here in my privileged (compared to them) existence but millions of people do this every day of their wretched lives.