Or 8PM. Nocturnal life isn’t so bad, but it really hits home how much COVID changed things. Past 8PM most good places are closed; 10PM all the grocery stores are shut down, and midnight shutters the entire town save for corner stores, Waffle House and a stubborn Burger King.

Though, the fun in living at night is things are a lot cooler–metaphorically and literally. Being able go for my noon break at 3AM means every drive is a Sunday drive. I can also not suffer despite my car’s A/C nonfunctional status. I still sweat, but it’s not so bad.

I had initially planned on apparently doing some sort of post-modern fourth-wall disrespecting hodgepodge with this site’s blog, but it’s the modern internet. If you ain’t SEO you ain’t shit, and if any of my websites will get actual traffic it’ll (God willing) be my professional one. So, fuck it. This is my shoutbox, my stream of consciousness where I can figure out how to drop the masks I wear and maybe make a little more sense out of my inner ramblings. Oh, and write something for fun instead of for work.