Both days untracked. D47 and D48 both untracked... started well, some decent work. We got off the schedule for work on D47, the Head of Marketing and Entertainment from a local hotel we did a deal with invited us over to his house. So we were there when we'd normally be working, played Playstation, ate popcorn, had a good time... can't remember the last time I had a day like that.
Unfortunately, it was pouring rain on the way back home. The drainage is pretty bad in Ulaanbaatar, and I was skirting around the edge of the road with a calf-deep or perhaps knee-deep below. It was a two-lane road, and most cars were wisely sticking to the dry side.
Then this maniac comes at full speed, hits the puddle, got soaked head to the toe. No joke. Quickly turned off my USB headset and iPhone, both of which were wet (they didn't break thankfully). Walking back after that, I felt some chills and woke up with a cold.
Going hard on the medicine, vitamins, going to stop by the pharmacy and grab some nuclear strong antibiotics. In countries without strict prescription controls, I'll usually keep azithromycin in my apartment, but didn't bring any with me. I'll grab some if I can find it, or amoxacillin if not.
It turned out to (almost) be a blessing in a disguise, since instead of an intense workday I just worked slowly and did a bunch of planning. I haven't had time for that slow planning stuff, but I've been basically out of commission for running around the last couple days. Let's see how this affects things going forwards.
I didn't track Days Twenty or Twenty-One. On these days, I did a few valuable things and got in approximately 5 hours of very high-level creative work onto sales and marketing (almost by accident), and went to the gym once. But the days were very flawed.
Short answer is I was gearing up on Day Twenty for a big day, had my morning rituals in order, and took modafinil. Now, I've written about modafinil before -- it makes you really concentrate intensely. It's great when producing, but if you get off-track while on it, you can get really off-track.
So I took modafinil, and then made a gigantic mistake -- I checked my email.
And my email was particularly ugly that morning. You know the like "oh man, that's a pretty significant pain-in-the-ass emails" that you get a couple times a month? Well, I had like 3-5 of them sitting on top of my inbox. From my lawyer in Hong Kong (bad news), my landlord (rejecting me trying to extend a lease on reasonable terms, he wants something crazy and isn't really in touch with the property market here), a couple mails from clients, and an actually very solid opportunity but one that's pretty neurosis-increasing.
I should've willpowered through it, but the day was off-track after that. Then, didn't get to sleep until 11AM the next morning (modafinil + energy drink), and the next day was basically shot too.
This story is one of the first really interesting and bizarre things that happened to me. It's a tale chock full of twists, crime, and deceit, guaranteed to satisfy even the most discriminating BtyB reader.
It takes place when I was a sophomore in high school, before I had any clue whatsoever regarding women. Despite my objective inexperience, I had managed to attract my first real girlfriend. I'll write the full story some day on how I met her... believe it or not, I won her over by memorizing more digits of pi than she memorized. Let's all pretend I didn't just admit that. Anyway, she was very attractive, super cool, and perhaps the most compatible girlfriend I've ever had. Now she is a fighter (like amateur UFC or something) and a stripper. Her name is Allison.
One of my good friends at the time was a fellow named Charles. There always seemed to be something a bit odd about him, but I wasn't sure what it was. Later I would learn that he had been sent to juvenile detention for attempting to stab his stepfather.