It's been a pretty standard day at Camp Anderson. I had to get to work early (10 AM) for a brainstorm to help create Capital One's newest ad campaign, which you're all surely eagerly awaiting (just a taste: you'll never look at low-rate auto loans the same way). Suffice to say, I barely made the meeting. Getting to work before 10 AM sucks: Crowded subways, long lines at delis, responsible, corporate people running all over the place. After 10, I get the entire subway bench to myself, albeit don't get the pleasure of being pressed up against a 6'5" black guy preaching the gospel.
After the two-hour meeting I was able to return to my daily routine: Catching up on ESPN.com, reading private emails, and drinking batches of the free raspberry Emergen-C. I'm about to work in a little bit of Wii Tennis before submitting my hours and calling it a day.
Maybe I'll get a Tootsie Roll before I head out. Not sure. Anything is possible.