I don't sleep well.
Again.
By the time Monday morning comes, I've maybe managed three hours total, broken into fragments between staring at the ceiling and checking my phone and trying to convince my brain to shut off.
It doesn't matter.
I have to function today regardless.
The alarm goes off at six-thirty.
I'm already awake.
Have been for the past hour, lying in bed watching the room get lighter, trying to psych myself up for this.
First working session, Elliot Jun, starting the actual collaboration.
I get up, shower, get dressed in something that looks professional without trying too hard.
Dark pants, simple button-down, nothing that will make me look like I'm compensating or trying to prove something.
Competent.
By seven-fifteen I'm ready.
The session doesn't start until ten, but I'm leaving now anyway.
