Author: benjancewicz

No More Work

I feel as though I am idling.

I’ve run out of work to do.
Well, sort of. I just found out that the hours I’ve been working extra are in vain… April seems to be a popular month to take off, and since so many people are taking days off, I can’t.
So, all of the hours I’ve saved up will slowly fly out the window.

I’ve been working too much, it turns out. Clocking over 50 hours a week on occasion. We only have one car, and since Tamika’s games run late, I have to wait until she gets here.
So I do work.
And clock ridiculous amounts of time.

Dinorah, my boss, suggest just “clocking out”, and doing whatever I please once I reach a certain number of hours. Bring in Zerflin work, for example, and just work on that.
It’s tough, though, because since I’m sitting here, all of the account executives automatically think I’m free and give me the rush/late/procrastinated jobs.
So I do them.
And clock lots of hours.

It also appears to the account executives that I have super-humanly fast design skills too, because their works is being done early (since I stay late and get it done). Consequently; I get more work.

I’m not complaining, by the way, just narrating.

I was interviewed today by “Mixed Chicks Chat“, a “LIVE weekly podcast about being racially and culturally mixed”. They were looking for white fathers of racially mixed kids to be on their program, and because Nya definitely fit the category, I said sure.

My friend Ray Chung referred me to them. I thought the conversation, dealing with a lot of issues that don’t normally get talked about was very informative.

You can listen to the episode here.

You can check out their blog here.

You can listen to their other episodes here.

One small correction: In the interview I said Tamika’s family history was a little “messed up”. That’s not entirely true. While she nows absolutely nothing of her father’s extended family history, her mother’s family history has been meticulously mapped out by her cousin Ronald.

Had my first rough day at work today… and to be honest, it wasn’t the entire day. Just the last half.

I’d been assigned a pretty big task; to complete several large boards with pockets for an awards presentation. Every so often at Merrick Towle, we or our clients submit work to various award shows. Most often our clients do the “submitting”, but we put the materials together for the presentation. There were several components to this particular job; 3 Letramax Illustration boards mounted with images and pockets, 2 CDs with labels, and a set of inserts and a spine for a display book.

The worst of it is, I felt honored that my boss (Dinorah Coton) had trusted me with the job, so I tried really hard to pull it off. Kelli Mcnamara is one of the nicest Account Executives, and this was her job. She was extremely patient and forgiving too.

I’m not the best with comps and cutting stuff. I haven’t done any since college. But Dinorah and Patrick Physioc (her right hand man) have been very patient with me and have given me quite a number of jobs requiring comping to get me back in practice.
And to be honest, I’d been doing pretty well. I’d put together several brochures (we make mockups that look like the finished printed piece) and boards (mounted examples to show the client) and had done pretty well. Not perfect; I had to redo a WHOLE bunch of them… but once I figured out how it was done I was pretty good.

Not so with this project.

To begin with, the pockets were pretty complicated.
First, you start out with a the board.
You place whatever you want to put in the pocket (in my case, brochures) on the board exactly where you want it, and with a pencil you mark the bottom corners, giving about 1/16th of an inch of room (so it’s not too tight).
Then you measure a few inches up vertically from those marks and make two more marks. This will be the top of the pocket.
You then use these 4 marks to cut out a tab in the shape of the letter U, connecting the points with 3 cuts. This part is REALLY really hard, and is where I kept messing up. I’m so out of practice that every other cut I make isn’t as straight as the one before, and it takes maybe 6 or 7 cuts to get all the way through the Illustration board.
After that, you cut a piece of transparency plastic that is larger than your pocket, and lay it on the back of the board. Lifting up on the cut, you pry up the bottom of the tab, and slip the plastic inbetween the board and the tab. This way, from the front, it looks like you have filled up the U with the plastic.
The plastic on the back is then folded over in on itself, and you put tape down to cover the cracks.
You can then slide the material into the pocket on the front.

All in all, it doesn’t seem like much, but remember, I had to do three of them. At least, I was supposed to. Patrick ended up picking up each component of the project as I continually messed up.
After I got through the first (successful) pocket, it was so late in the day that Dinorah suggested Patrick doing the rest.
Then, as I worked on the book, nearly every linked image in it (about 80% of them) were missing; moved to different folders. So for each one, I had to search for them and link them back up in order to fix it. And I got so caught up in doing that, however, that I forgot to add three new pages that Kelli had asked me to put in. Once it was finally ready, the file was so bulky that it crashed my computer, and every other computer I tried to print it from.
Even the CD labels, something so simple, gave me trouble. For some reason I could not figure out how to get them to print correctly on the label sheets… and then when they finally did, the words didn’t fit on it, and Patrick had to re-do the whole thing.

I was very ashamed. Because of all this, we missed the courier and Dinorah had to hand deliver part of it.
I felt terrible about it.

Bob Henninger, our IT guru, swung by my desk as I was packing up, and I lamented my troubles to him.
“Well,” he growled, “Ya learned somthin’ NEW didn’t cha? That’s wot’s important…”
I nodded.
“Well then, ask Dinorah to give you more pocket boards.”
I looked up in surprise. “More.”
“@#$% yeah, more. Ya gotta get yer practice up. You wanna make her proud? Do more of it! Ev’rybody’s gonna hava rough day. You’ll be alright.”
I nodded.

Tamika cheered me up even more on the ride home.
I think I will ask for more…

Good morning, everyone!

My ride home from work the other morning was interesting.
For those of you who don’t live in the Maryland area, we got dumped on last week. About a half a foot of wet, sticky snow dropped on us, and by the time I got out of work at 6, it covered everything. Streetlights were out (though Merrick Towle still had power).
I heaved the snow off the car, and sloshed through the streets. It was dark out, but thick flakes still smashed themselves against the windshield. Everyone moved at a snails pace.

Once I got on 95, the speed picked up a bit… I was cruising along happily when all of a sudden the wipers stopped mid-stroke. Trucks whizzed by me, spraying slush all over the car. I hit my flashers and coasted to a stop on the side of the road.

Checking one’s wipers, on a 4-lane highway, in the middle of a storm during a traffic jam isn’t fun.
I cleared the chunks of snow that had slid down from my roof, and moved the wipers. They swung freely. As much as I had hoped that this was simply a blow fuse, I had a sneaking suspicion that the belt (hopefully the belt, and not a gear or something) had snapped.
I slid the chunks of snow that had cascaded off the roof off the windshield and got back in.

It was like driving with a frosted bathroom window as a windshield. I turned on the heat full blast in hopes of melting the snow. Rivulets of water poured down the window, occasionally providing momentary clarity. I bobbed my head around, trying to see as well as I could, and settled down into the slow lane. I must have looked like a nut, bobbing my head to Marketplace on NPR!

All of a sudden, some obnoxious individual in a truly massive GMC cuts off the person who was riding at a safe distance behind me. Within minutes, said individual decides that I am driving too slow (even though I both had someone in front of me AND we were keeping pace with traffic). In order to encourage me to drive faster, the fool decides it’s necessary to flash their hi-beams at me, momentarily blinding me.
I ignored them, and continued driving with a safe space in between me and the car in front of me.
The GMC’s engine roared, they turned on their hi-beams permanently, blew their horn, and crouched so close to my back bumper that I could no longer see their grill.

At this point, I had had quite enough. We were only going 20 miles an hour. There was no reason for this person to do this, and frankly, if they did something additionally stupid, they would hit me.
I quietly let my foot off he gas, pushed in the clutch, and slid the car into neutral.
I coasted. Slower, slower, slower… all the way to a complete stop, in the middle of the snow strewn 4-lane highway.
The GMC held down their horn in frustration, having no other choice but to stop with me.

Cars (including the poor bloke that the GMC had cut off) quickly passed us both, grinning and laughing at us.
After about 3 or 4 minutes of torturing the bully, I put myself back into gear and slowly started up again. They roared past the first chance they got, but I noticed they kept their distance from tailgating the other cars. 🙂

It’s about 1:30 AM, the day after Thanksgiving. I’m sitting at my parents-in-law’s (that sounds a wee bit weird) dining room table. It’s fiercely cold outside; the wind is beating against the western side of the house, sending needles of icy air into the back of my neck where the windowpane is.

Somewhere, huddled in their cars with the heaters on and trying to not freeze or succumb to carbon-monoxide poising, are hundreds and hundreds of people waiting for the 3am opening of stores to begin Black Friday shopping.
And I really can’t say too much about them, because Mrs. Pinkney is out there among them; camped outside of a Boscov’s.
I am glad I’m inside, though.
I don’t think the idea of Black Friday is going to last. I mean, I don’t think there are many in my generation that are going to continue the tradition. Not if they have a computer.
I’ve done the bulk of my shopping already, and gifts from as far as the UK and Australia are wrapped, padded, and marching along freight routes to my mailbox. I did pretty well too; I know no matter how early I could get up on a brisk Friday morning, I wouldn’t find the deals like the ones I already got. Black Friday is doomed.

Nya is fine, since I know all of you want to know. Almost a month old, she’s learning to drive me and her mother quite nuts; but so far it’s been nothing we can’t handle.
Not to say it hasn’t been tough; believe me. I am now convinced the only reason humans produce more offspring after their first is that there must be some sort of collective hypnotic amnesia that comes from a baby’s coo.
Nya is recognizing us even more than she did before… and my favourite part; I can make her laugh.
I tell you, it was a bit frustrating at first… if the child was changed, fed, and burped and STILL screaming, there really wasn’t anything I could do. That kind of helplessness I think has driven the both Tamika and I to close insanity.
And I consider myself pretty good with kids, too. Since I was a teenager, I always had a ball taking care kids. I had the robot game, the sound game, and fortunately had a kind of mischievous air that makes everything a forbidden adventure (even if it’s just cleaning the kitchen).
But this was different. Nothing I seemed to do affected the child. Nothing. I made funny faces. She screamed. I bonked myself on the head. She screamed. I made raspberries on her tummy. She screamed. There is nothing in the world that makes anyone feel more like dirt than the perceived scorn of a baby.

But now. Now, she knows who I am. She knows my voice, she smiles at me when I honk her nose, she likes it when I sing to her and read “Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel”, and she laughs a really squeaky barely-audible-laugh when I gasp as I change her daiper.
She still screams sometimes. But I love her.

Tamika is doing good too, because that’s your second question. She’s taken on a particularly tough toll with her body changing, her schedule messed up, and not being able to get enough sleep. But she’s been strong, and she’s working really hard. She’s going back to work pretty soon, and trying to prepare herself for that. I’ve been trying to just let her do whatever she wants, and not stay on my schedule. So, she’s been sleeping and eating whenever she wants.

-yawn-

That’s pretty much the update. The job has been awesome, and is still awesome. I’ll post some stuff that I’ve been working on with them later.

Gnight!

At 2:35 am on Sunday, October 14, 2007, Nya Imani Jade Jancewicz was born. She weighed 6 pounds, 6.1 ounces, and was 20 inches long. And we are happy that she came.

Friday night, Tamika’s mom, and little sister Natalia took the Greyhound bus down from Philadelphia, and on Saturday morning (Nya’s due date), Tamika began to feel pains. At first she thought it was only something she had eaten, but by 8 am, she was sure it was time. We had already bundled some bags of clothes, toiletries and other necessities for the trip, and so I stowed them in our trunk and we took off for Howard County General Hospital.

We got there pretty quickly (after a wrong turn) and pulled up to the emergency entrance (which is right by the maternity ward). Natasha Byus (a good friend of ours) met us at there, and helped us carry our luggage up to the birthing room. The halls were pretty quiet once we got there.
We had visited the room a few weeks before when we had gone on a tour of the hospital. It was large, with a few spidery-looking machines on one end and a transformable gurney bed, but rather nicely decorated in greens and tans.

Tamika was only dilated 2cm at this point, and as soon as she got into the room, she began to feel nauseous. She didn’t want to get an epidural right off the bat, so her and I worked out a secret word so I could let the doctors know when she really wanted it. Of course, they offered (and continued to offer) as soon as she got in, but she was very strong and only took some anti-nausea medicine. Unexpectedly, the medicine made her go right to sleep!

Mary, our first nurse, was a fiery lady with fiery red hair. She reminded me very much of my mom. At one point, Tamika was in a great deal of pain and cried out “I don’t know if I can do this!” To be honest, I was beginning to cave… Mary turned around from the blood pressure machine and responded “Well sweetie, you’re gonna have to. You’re very strong, and you can do it.” Tamika sucked it up, and worked through it! I’m incredibly proud of her. 🙂

The nurses made use of me, which I’m happy for, helping Tamika turn or move, or sit up. Mary invited us to spend some time alone and let me help her take a shower. They had a large shower stall with a cushioned seat and a water-proof pillow, and once the water was just right, Tamika eased herself into it and basked in the stream. It seemed to take some of the aching away.

While she was in the shower, her water broke, and the pain began to intensify. We got her dried off and back into the bed. At this point, it began to be too much, and after she gave me the secret word, I asked the doctors to give her the epidural.

I had to leave for this part. An epidural (I didn’t know until I got there) is a special system similar to an intravenous tube. But instead of going into a vein in the hand or foot, it actually inserts into the base of the spine right into the nerves. Of course, this is a highly sensitive procedure, and there’s a risk of infection since it’s such a vulnerable area. Indeed, I got to meet the anesthesiologist (I’m proud to be able to spell that on my own) in the hallway, and she was covered from head to toe in a turquoise outfit, only here eyes were visible from underneath a large hair cap and wide plastic face covering. She explained to me that the anesthesia would seep into her back and provide the maximum possible relief without harming the baby at all. However, the lowest part of her body would get the most anesthesia, so we would have to help her rotate from side to side to keep from getting too numb. The whole operation took about a half an hour, so I went out to the waiting room.

Tamika’s mom and sister had been patiently waiting out there with Natasha. They were allowed into the room, but wanted us to get as much sleep as possible so that we would be ready for when Nya arrived. Tamika’s mom was a tremendous help, because she brought me food. 🙂 I ate like a king! She also saw to it that we were both comfortable and made sure everyone on both sides of the family was called and let know what was going on. If she already wasn’t an excellent banker, I recommend her for play-by-play sports… 🙂
We startled Mary, though… Tamika’s mom had been talking to someone when she came in the room, and so I said, “Mom, don’t forget to turn off your phone”.
Mary spun around and looked at us with her eyebrow raised. “You only CALL her ‘mom’, right?” she smirked, “’cause the colour of things don’t quite match…” 😀

At some point in the evening, Mary left us, and a new nurse, Latacha, came to take care of us. She was very sweet, and went out of her way to make sure everything was ok for us. Our doctor, Dr. Turner, came in periodically to make sure everything was going smoothly and to check Tamika’s dilation.
Nya had had a bowel movement (nice way of saying “pooped”) in the womb. While this happened on occasion and wasn’t life-threatening, the Dr. Turner and the pediatricians would need to act fast once Nya came out to make sure she didn’t swallow or inhale any of it. They set up Tamika with a saline catheter to help wash Nya, which did a lot of good.

At 2 am, the contractions had been steadily getting stronger, and Tamika was dilated to 9.5 cm (the top goal is 10 cm). At the same time, however, both Nya and Tamika’s temperature had been going up, and had reached the point of a mild fever. Growing a little worried, Dr. Turner told Tamika she had two options. She could try to push, or have a Cesarean section.

For those of you who may not know, a Cesarean section is essentially surgery on the womb. The mother is put on further anesthesia, and the surgeon will cut a section of her belly and lift the baby out. The procedure is rather common at this point and is often done for babies who had passed their due date or are rather large. Often this is out of necessity, because the opening in the pelvic bone on the mother is only so big, and if the baby’s head grows larger than that, there is no other choice. It has become more common for mothers to actually schedule a due date, so that the baby is born on a certain date with a Cesarean section.
Tamika was dreading the procedure, though, because it takes a longer time to recover from, and carries a risk of infection (you have a big ‘ol scar on your belly that you have to take care of, in addition to the baby).
More power to moms who had had the Cesarean section; I admire their strength, but Tamika was adamant to do everything possible to not make this happen.

So when Dr. Turner said this was a possibility, Tamika looked her dead in the eye and said firmly “I’ll push.” Dr. Turner shrugged. “Ok! I’ll give you 1 hour.”

The room seemed to transform. Latacha flicked a switch, and two huge spotlights (just like the ones you see in the surgery room on ER) that were cleverly disguised to be part of the ceiling slowly came on. The end of the bed folded and came apart, with two feet stirrups and a spot for Dr. Turner to crouch. Tamika’s mom ran around helping Latacha get everything ready, and Natasha and I each brandished one of Tamika’s legs.

Slowly, slowly, Nya’s head began to appear! I was running on pure adrenaline at this point. It was 2 am! I was tired!
Of course, not nearly as tired as Tamika was, but she had the advantage of being sedated and slept through much of the interruptions that had come.
When we were first admitted, nurse Mary told us to get as much sleep as possible while we could because we would need it. We happily obliged; Tamika on her bed and me on a special fold-out couch that they had set up for me.
But in half an hour, another nurse would come in and check her blood pressure. And tell us to get some sleep. And in another half an hour, Mary would come back, and check the charts. And tell us to get some sleep. And then, the doctor… you get the idea. So needless to say, I was running a little low.
But when Tamika began to push, I felt none of that. Latacha brought out a mirror so Tamika could see her progress. And boy, did she fight hard. Not a single tear came out, but she gritted her teeth, and with all her might pushed Nya out.
Dr. Turner had to act fast, because the umbilical cord was wrapped around Nya’s neck. Not surprising, given how much Nya liked to do somersaults when she was in the womb. Dr. Turner deftly snipped the cord. In under 25 minutes (which is incredible, as any mom will tell you), and with one more herculean push, Nya was born!

Two pediatricians, masked and robed in yellow, had silently come in and stood of to the side near a warming cradle. Dr. Turner quickly passed Nya off to them, and they speedily cleaned her up, pinched her cord, and made sure any sign of the fluid was gone. Only then did Tamika begin to cry; tears of joy bubbled from her eyes.
Nya was beautiful. We were able to go over to her in a matter of minutes, to where she lay underneath the warmth of the heat lamp. She smiled at us as she lay there, her large eyes darting back and forth between us. She gurgled a little, but didn’t cry. We had been calling her by name since we had decided on one, and when Tamika spoke her name, Nya actually turned toward her!

And then, they whisked her away. They had to bring her to a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (that everyone at the hospital calls the NICU, or “Nick-You”) to keep her on antibiotics for a week, which is from where I’m writing to now. Tamika was discharged yesterday, and I took today and yesterday off to spend time with them. Nya’s doing great. She’s very healthy, and very very curious. She’s actually peering out at me from under her pink wool hat as I write, quietly watching my every move. I love her so much.

Tamika is recovering fast, too… within the day she was already walking around, and other than a Motrin every now and then for aching, she’s doing great. I love her so much too. 🙂 The time in the NICU is actually turning out to be a blessing; the nurses are very capable, and have been giving us “baby tutorials”, which is nice. How to change the diaper, what to do when she’s fussy, how to wrap her up, all kinds of useful information we wouldn’t get if we had just gone straight home.

Latacha even left us a note today; she had come by to the recovery room while we were there, but we had both been asleep… but she had come to visit Nya too, and wrote to us. 🙂 I found out from some other nurses that they really really like chocolate, so we may just come in and surprise them in a month or two… 🙂

Praise God that everything has gone so well for us, He has helped us so much!
Keep us all in your prayers, we can’t wait for Nya to come home!

So, I’ve been dying to tell you, but I have a new job! Merrick Towle Communications, a huge design firm about 25 minutes from my house. I interviewed with them earlier last month and they invited me in to work for a day.

I had been interested in them since early in the year; they had posted other positions (that honestly I didn’t quite fit, but applied for anyway) and had checked out their cool website. They seemed like a dream job.

Turns out my application was missed in the mix anyway, but I had gotten the email of the HR person, Debbie. In August, they posted a new job, this time for a Studio Artist. I read through the description; right up my alley. I was hooked. I emailed Debbie and told her I’d be interested in the position.

I came in for an interview and met with Debbie, who explained their policies and showed me around the building (which you can also see in the pictures below).

In addition to lots of spiffy green paint, they have a huge lunch room (black marble, 2 fridges, enormous flat panel TV and too many microwaves to count), hundreds of offices and cubicles (all the design ones dimly lit with glass desks), an exercise room (bike or treadmill) and a shower so you can be so fresh and clean after your jog.

I then met with Dinorah, the head of the department, and showed her my portfolio. She seemed very impressed, and attentively looked through every piece I brought, asking questions about how things were put together. When we were done, she asked me to set up a time to come in a freelance for a day!

What a cool concept! They paid me to come in a work for them, check out what they’re about, and essentially hired me as a 1-day freelancer. I think that’s brilliant.

The freelancing went great. I was thrust right into the thick of it; and it was essentially sink or swim. I swam. I swam HARD.
Dinorah handed me some jobs just as tests; the first was a photo editing job. I had to edit a photo of a house in a development with some pretty aggressive changes. I re-routed the driveway, erased the sidewalk, added a new sky… all kinds of things. She handed me a finished copy to use as reference (that’s how I knew it was just a test), and I took it and went a little further. I added in shadows, took stickers off the windows, and a bunch of other things that weren’t on the example… but made the photo seem more real.
The next job I did was to proof a brochure; in which I had to fix some strategically placed “mistakes” that were designed to fool me. Again, I was given the brochure as finished piece to go off of; but again, I found mistakes in the finished piece that I knew weren’t supposed to be there.
When I was done, Dinorah seemed pretty impressed at all the extra work I had done, remarking “No one [previous freelancers] has ever gotten that far!”.

A few days later, they called me and congratulated me on receiving the job. 🙂
Debbie told me they had narrowed it down to two candidates,but that I was aways their first pick!

I’m getting sleepy, I’ll tell you how it’s been going later.

Two more weeks!
Baby Nya arrives in just two more weeks. Or at least, that’s what they tell us. At this point in the pregnancy, Tamika could have her any day. Tomorrow her and I will be putting together bags for ourselves that we can take with us once the day comes.
I’m not entirely sure what I need in them, but I’m going to look it up.

So, I’m getting a new job! To day was my last day at the National Fatherhood Initiative. More on that in the next post.

But since I’m leaving, there’s been an outpouring of support from a lot of different people who I’ve become friends with at work.

Yesterday afternoon, my buddy Christophe Beard took Tamika and I out to eat at a local Ethiopian restaurant called the Addis Cafe. Delicious food, as always. I had Beef Tibs (one of my favourite dishes), and just got the chance to talk. Chris Beard is a really good guy. I really hope I get to hang out with him and his family a lot more.

Last night, Janet Brow, the Contributions Coordinator (and the lady whom I share the office with) invited us over to her house and out for Chinese food after work. She is really a sweet lady. She’s had a rough life, but has been remarkably resilient through it all. Something I didn’t know until just recently is that she is an avid art collector too! Her sister is a remarkable artist, and so while we were at her house she showed us her collection of her sister’s (and other artists) work. Her sister is extremely handy with paper and has a incredible eye for intricate beauty (3-dimensional Celtic knots, Japanese floral patterns, etc) and reminds me a lot of my sister. I had sent Janet a link to my own artwork, and she surprised me by going through it and writing down all her favourites! Firestars in the Rain happened to be one of her favourites.
Janet’s Parrot Nikky cracked me up; he knows about 50 phrases, and is one smart bird. He squacked “Come in!!” when we knocked on the door, and carried on a pretty decent conversation!
The she took us out to her favourite Chinese restaurant, the Happy Uncle. Despite the odd name and somewhat average appearance, the food was excellent. A true diamond in the rough. I had one of my favourites, Seafood Pan-Fried Noodles, and Tamika had Orange Chicken, both of which were incredible.

Today, Ken Gosnell took us out for lunch at the Dogfish Head Alehouse. Ken has been a true friend at work; he’s a really good listener and always has very good advice. He invited us to a couples group he and his wife have started hosting. His family lives north of Gaithersburg in a big house in a development, and last weekend he had us come out for the first session (which was cleverly disguised as a barbecue and game night). They actually were going to have another session tonight, but I got out of work really really late and so we wouldn’t have had enough time to go over there.
I was pretty disappointed that we didn’t get to go (and Ken sounded like was too when I called him) but I think it was better for us in the long run. Tamika is very pregnant, and it’s best to take stuff slow.

Today being my last day, I had a lot of things to finish up.
I taught myself the basics of ASP MySQL databasing to build a registration page for the new National Fatherhood Initiative When Duct Tape Won’t Work program. I also built the web page, did all of the advertisements, designed the cover art, and designed the logo. I’ll go into more depth about that later.

I also put up new Webinars page as well. They’re turning many of their famous trainings into online courses, and to start with, they’re making them available for free! Definitely check them out if you have the chance.

Tonight, Tamika’s mom, Aunt Ruth, and the Richardson’s daughters came down from Philly to spend the weekend with us. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Alright, I’m tired. Time for bed.
Goodnight!