I’m not going to lie, three hours of sleep is pushing it. I knew this would happen, because I slept a full eleven hours the day before, and thus I wasn’t tired last night. Had beers with the always pleasant Matt Forbeck, and then the night escalated, as it sometimes does. In the end I was hanging out at one of my favorite bars, Ambar, enjoying funky wine, sparkling sake, and Swedish whisky, as well as interesting conversation with the owner. All in all, a nice evening, that I can sort of feel this morning. A quick nap might not be such a bad idea…

Oh, and I had to walk to my morning meeting, after giving up on the traffic jam (due to an accident). That’s a pretty good way to wake up, I guess, but it felt very much like Monday at the time.