Sleep

I was up til 3 last night working. I’m still in my pajamas, and haven’t showered or brushed my teeth. It feels like 2001 or something.

I miss those days sometimes, the all-night excitement, the do-or-die “we need this file now, can you do this?” adventures. And it’s nice, from time to time, to have a night like that. But only occasionally. I can’t imagine how Nat feels, running at full speed all the time for the past… three, six, ten years?

I know he gets tired, but he seems to be invulnerable. Part of the aura of inevitability that creates success, I suppose. He’s an amazing person and I do not envy him his position: he works much, much harder than anyone else I know.