In my mind, there are two types of dreams. The first is the kind that you cultivate for months, years, and even an entire lifetime. The second, however, is the kind that originates from less aspiring (and perhaps idiotic) means. The latter of which is how this dream started. From the moment my client uttered the words "Colonel Saunders has a fried chicken restaurant at his house not too fair from here", I dedicated my inner being to pursuing the dream of delicious fried chicken in my belly.Read More
This weekend in Kentucky, I learned that it takes two days to completely shift my sleep schedule and become a vampire. One day for continual napping, and then one day to sleep off the 13 hours of darkness you've just experienced consciously. As I finish with my last (hopefully) night shift at work, I can say that it has been a mixed bag of pros and cons. For example:
- Pro: you become very acquainted with what time coffee shops open and close.
- Pro: if you like eggs for dinner, there's a plethora of dining options after work.
- Con: it's 4:15 a.m. and I've only seen 8 hours of sunlight over the last 72 hours.
The local coffee and tea purveyors of Louisville are now very much familiar with my traipsing in and out: at 3 PM for breakfast at Hillbilly Tea, 6 PM for a caffeine ration to last me through the night at Please & Thank You, and a 7 AM stop at 6th and Main before hitting the morning traffic. The last few days have been a continual (but delicious) supply of caffeine.Read More