Wake up. Exhausted.
Why? Because I stayed up so late preparing for this.
Open the studio. Issssdark!
Scramble. Plug things in, flip switches.
Panic a bit.
Take a drink of tea.
BURN TONGUE!
Go to play Phantogram.
Computer not working.
[son of bitch.]
Things get working.
Things get better.
I start breathing.
I start dancing.

And that, my friends, is my Tuesday morning.