You think I jest. I do not.
After the last few weeks of craziness, of feeling too tired, too dirty, too reachable, too…well…everything that is the overworked and overtired life of production, the idea of curling up for a while in this dishwasher that has thought of everything (if you don’t believe me, click here), cool and dark and quiet, feels like the most alluring thing in the world.