I woke up early, very early this morning and went to work at 6.45. I got a new job at The Doug Fir. It seems like a totally different world than what I've been working in - I like it. Since waking up early and getting off around 1, I have had the whole day to do several things. I finished a painting and drove it over for "The Vanity Fair" event happening tomorrow (which should turn out fun), I played around in illustrator and got lost in diamonds and triangles, and then I cleaned the room because my clothes tend to trickle out of my closet and on to the floor. It seems like I can jam much more into my days by actually getting out of the house before 1pm. Whodda thought?