Shhhh... We're in the SF Moma Frida Kahlo exhibit, drunk on tequila. It's

When the men's room line is longer than the women's, you know there's a problem with the ratios.

squashing bugs mercilessly.

There is sooooo much beer and sausages here. It's like being home.

Making things for the Internets.

juggling.

Wondering why there are 6 cop cars at various points within three blocks of my apartment.

Kicking ass and not taking any names, prisoners, or excuses.

Back in the bay area, eager to get cracking on a mountain of work.

Goodnight, world. Here's hoping tomorrow brings me a day with 36 hours... or perhaps the power to stop time.