Hmmm, this is odd.

Why am I more motivated and inspired to work since I've moved back home, to Mom's crib.

I think it has to do with the space - how things are arranged.  It feels more comfortable to sit on this desk and work than to sit anywhere else, and the minute I sit down, I want to work, and I do work, without fail.

I mean, look at the time, it's 6h15, I woke up at 5.30 (I've done the same for all of this week).

I suspect it is the sun.  It floods this room as if it rises from it.  I am better woken up by the rays of the sun than a sudden, abrupt sound of an alarm.

In fact, one of these days an alarm is going to cause me a heart attack, it is mad scary that sudden noise.

Alas, lets get to it --- churn this work.

Hello,

We are home.  I am sitting on a bed, a bed, yes, a bed.  The futon is on my left with a gang load of things on top it.  I am no longer feeling the futon vibe, it worked when I was in my early twenties.

The things on top of it, are things that my mother 'stored' in my room/penthouse.  I don't know what they are, but I don't quite care.

I am motivated to work, but I don't have my desk setup, the roof leaks, so I can't risk putting 50 grand worth of equipment in the line of sight of rain drops, especially in Summer.

I am however listening to Regina Spektor's "Laughing With", I love this song:

and I quote:

No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken.

…

We're all laughing with God

It is a beautiful song.