Great night to be in Atlanta.
I hate alarm clocks. Not just for the obvious reasons such as a lack of interest in being awake before the sun is or the annoying task that normally follows my alarm. No. I hate alarms because for some reason the moment I set one my mind suddenly decides to panic about the amount of hours of sleep I am going to get. It seems to become a count down and I can’t calm my mind enough to actually fall asleep. Here I am, laying in bed and I’ve got 3 hours and 48 minutes until that stupid alarm wakes me from my restless slumber. I’m doomed for tomorrow.
let hope reign
Part of a new project I’m starting. I’m chronicling what music I listen to through graphic design as a means of journal keeping.
My friend Alyson is so talented.
in which we are all Gordon Ramsay