A not-many-holds-barred discussion launched about the brand-new project I'm plotting with
I was still awake poking at old entries when I heard an almighty crash from the direction of my pantry. Seems a shelf started giving way, off-balance with heavy glass and plastic bottles of assorted liquids stacked up.
Nothing says 4am quite like waking up your downstairs neighbors with your liquor cabinet cascading in their direction. Nothing broke, at least, though there were a few distinct clown car moments with me trying to figure out if I could let go of the one thing to see to the other. It was sort of like a very fragile game of Jenga, only with more 4am and less fun-for-the-whole-family.