Whoop. There it is.

I'm about to lose my mind. I've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time. I need a doctor, send me a doctor, to bring me back to life.

It sounds SO MUCH BETTER when I do not sing. I know I have been gone for a while. What can I say? Between travel, and classes, and work, and jobs, and family, I lost track of time. Did you know it is almost SEPTEMBER???? What the hell!? I thought it was June. Fuck me, was I wrong.

Anyways, it has been a hell of a time. I went to Boston and that was fun. I met interesting people. One of my companies is taking off like gangbusters. If momentum keeps up, we could be in for a wicked fun ride.

My son is growing. I will have a follow-up post this week (I promise) for the Baby Daddy series.

I recently invested in a Whoop strap. It is basically like a Fitbit on steroids. The Fitbit has the functionality of a watch, where as the Whoop is just a tacky black band. With that said, the Whoop gives insights into sleep, strain, recovery, and shit like that. The important part is that the strap helps me gauge whether I am actually tired, and need to recover, or feel great and need to conquer. It turns out that I have legitimately needed the time to recover. Speaking of which.....

I GO TO GYM JONES IN TWO-ISH WEEKS!!! That's a lie. It's three weeks. I am woefully under-trained. At the same time, I finally have a lot of my shit put back together. It turns out that having a toddle, multiple jobs/companies, and taking classes are not in anyway conducive to completing a workout. They are, however, conducive in developing a chemical addiction or two.

On a related note, did you know that some people do not like jokes about addiction? I had a class project this summer that centered around pitching an idea for a platform business. I made a joke in the pitch about engineering giving me a caffeine addiction that rivaled a small coke addiction. Evidently, my group did not think that was "professional" and dinged me on it. I suspect I know who the person was. If it is who I think it was, they clearly do not realize the wide-spread chemical addiction that is rampant in "professional" society. Just because people don't talk about drugs, does NOT negate the white powder coating their noses.

In other news, I know a person with Vertigo. For those that don't know, vertigo is a condition that impacts a person's balance. It is also a fantastic movie by Alfred Hitchcock. And yes, I brought this up with the sole intent to reference the movie and post the clip, below.

Moral of the Story: Summer was busy, some people do NOT have a sense of humor about drugs, and my friend is perpetually on a boat. Oh, and a Baby Daddy story will be coming this week.