I'm not sure what preparation I'll need to be honest. I could ask my friends to phone me in the middle of the night at random intervals to ask me daft questions. I could get my mischievous colleague (everyone has a mischievous colleague) to interfere with my desk while I'm not looking. That'll do it. Or I could give one of my sisters access to my twitter account... perish the actual thought.
Or I could just wait until tomorrow morning when the alarm goes off at 5:20am. It's like the grumpy-hour, that - perfect preparation for a sugar-craving energy-free vacuum of a day.
Anyway, it's alright for Emmie. She runs two businesses from her studio apartment in downtown Toronto - no sitting at a desk trying to work out whether a user will care about an event type code in an exported CSV file while her colleague flicks elastic bands at her. If she gets grumpy, she can go for a run in the park or wander along the beach in the pleasantry of the Canadian climate and her own sweet time.
Someone who might help me is my old friend, Carlos the Liberator. I had a little email chat with him today about the way people think. He's a fascination to me because he never defaults to the commonly accepted opinion about anything. People like that are rare and beautiful creatures. He always asks why, especially when it's uncomfortable, and although we disagree about a great many things, he enjoys the process of debate and is not afraid to embrace his own discomfort.
We chatted about theology and about bankers, about hypocrisy and Martin Luther. He gave me a reading list on non-violent protest and I made a lame analogy about yoghurt pots and tension. He doesn't do shallow conversation well, but when you're in the mood for thinking, Carlos the Liberator is great. Importantly, I have never known him to be grumpy in the fifteen years I've known him. He suggested that we visit London and nail a print-out of 95 of his ideas to the door of a city bank with a rusty nail. You can't help smile with crazy friends like Carlos around.
I think though, if I am going to be hit with the sugar-free incredible sulks, the best thing I can do is get a good night's sleep.
I'll get right on it.
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