Seven Twelve.
Its after work.
Three more hours before:
a. going to bed
b. putting it off
Will tuna fish and crackers be dinner? Probably. With no mayonaisse, and out of the can by fork.
Day three and I love my job. I love my job like a love playing hide and seek, driving go carts, listening to good music, candy bars for fifty cents and coffee for free. Real.
"Really?"
Yes.

Its anarchy, and its sanctioned.

We work, but project by project, and the next project isn't ready for us, so we coast it out. And when we are not practicing anarchy, I find the work really satisfying. Its a great deal.