Or Saturday morning, depending on how you look at it. I'm not out at a party, I'm not even wearing makeup. What I am wearing is a sweater I threw on so I could grab some Taco Bell before they closed. I've spent the evening doing laundry and poster work, getting caught up on emails and at some point I have to transfer some notes into a legible form. This is the less glamorous side of what I do. And I love every goddamn moment of it.