Task Density Overload.

I love surfing the edge of just enough work to nearly kick my ass but not quite all the way. The shop rocks along and somehow manages to just barely almost not lose money. We accumulate supplies like a squad of paranoid squirrels convinced that nuclear winter is around the corner. Emily plays an old tape of cowboy songs bought at a truckstop years ago, which I had hoped was gone forever. I can count on hearing this tape 2 times most workdays. The New Kid, who is Billy McClanahan, really can screenprint. And I guess if there's anything that will make standing between two four-hundred-degree dryers sound good, it's the same setup with pizzas and more interaction with the public. Sean Griffin plots his domination of Scribble Jam this weekend, printing a bunch of shirts every night. Damon gets to laugh while I nearly pass out at systema.

It's the sleep deprived version of the American Dream.