I am absolutely of the mindset that getting up earlier than usual to do something 100% justifies the purchasing and consuming of the egg and cheese. While I APPEAR to be eating an english muffin, fans, that guy is stuffed with a mysterious microwavable egg circle and american cheese. It’s disgusting and I don’t care. The egg and cheese is our prize from the trauma of the early AM. This AM, I early train up (up? over? what country is this?) to Hartford, CT for a workshop of Hey Brother. I pretty much enjoy any play thing that takes me somewhere, sticks me in a Ramada, gives me play development time, and most importantly, justifies this egg sandwich.

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