Bill Hader wins the night

I'm into the pomodoro method of productivity. Until I build up my frontal lobe, I can only manage hard core productivity until 1030 pm and then I switch on netflix to watch a Sherlock.

I wish I could flick love and chemistry like a switch. It's distressing. I'm somewhat convinced I'll eventually freak and marry someone super dull, but nice enough (you know). Then step out like it's my job. Or hobby, more like. Looks aren't everything but they're easy enough to pick out.

So after 10 tiring tomatoes of work and a reasonably healthy dinner, I've diluting the good day into Bill Hader on youtube. I love his Assange. Let me just say, as proven by Assange, and the only other thing I really got from "Nerdist"-- no one is more motivated than a villain. They super get things done. They're the champions of try, try again. And hell, I'm kind of terrible, and envy really has worked for me in the past (I was the primary school prodigy of Alberta circa 1995, only because I desperately wanted to beat Lauren with the long hair, that smug bitch).

Voila le Hader---

Et l'Assange...