It's 4am...
I'm updating from my bed in San Francisco at the Westin.
I really don't feel like going home tomorrow.

Yes!

Matt coaxed me into making this ring light that I've been talking to him about, and this past weekend we just executed. I'm so stoked.
I'm freakin' stoked!!

Refocus...

I've got a head.
No hands.
No feet.
My eyes are ever open.
I never sleep.

Looking in the mirror,
I analyze myself.
Looking around,
I merely see everyone else.

I hate to rhyme,
So that is the end of that.

I do see.
I do observe.
I do think.
I do critique.
I do plan.
I do make up my mind.
I do formulate.
I do judge.
I do ponder.
I do consider.
I do make my map.
I can't walk,
Let alone run.
I can't pick anything up to build.
It's all theory and no practice.

I'm sick of it: malcontent.
F--k theory.
Let's work.

What is formal education anyway?
It's more a real life facebook anyway.
It's just a years-long cocktail party for networking anyway.
It's simply a nursery for more entry level droids anyway.
Anyway...

I think I'm at my wits end with it.
That is surprisingly ok by me.
That's what makes me who I am.
I believe I have found my drive.
I have found a new current.
I have found my own problem to solve.
That's it.
Atta boy.

Get to work.
Focus.
It's yours.