Occasionally people who always sleep well will ask “what do you do? when you’re awake for this extra four or five hours when I’m sleeping, what do you do with that time?” and normally it’s really just the same stuff I’d do in the day (write things, make things, listen to and watch stuff, eat too much) but next time it comes up I’m going to try to insist in a deadpan manner that I spend the entire time pondering the tragedy of how good Donald Glover is at singing and writing hooks and how bad he is at rapping. Just that, non stop from 2am through to sunrise.
(I find myself listening to Telegraph Ave a lot recently and always wishing that one verse wasn’t there. Also, that there was just a full No-Gambino version of the Lloyd song. For an artist whose work I mostly really don’t like, I spend way too much time thinking about The Whole Childish Gambino Thing, maybe, at least partly, because of that brief period where I loved it. 2010? Is that right? No, 2011, spring 2011. Whatever. I wish I could sleep.)
or possibly that one with the dog answering the phone.
it’s one of those two.