Well Balanced

It hurts. My eyes hurt. My head hurts. My body hurts and the whole of the world is turned against me from a small little ditty from my nightstand. I shouldn't have been born if I was destined to suffer such misery. It would have been a mercy. No God can ever excuse my endless wrath at being woken up. My handles fumble out into the night and silence the noise. They also bring it up to my ear, the traitors. I grunt into my phone, and something understands on the other end.
"Ty," says the chipper voice, "Get over here. I found a spot. A great spot. Bring the camera."
I grunt again and more of me is brought out of my peaceful grave of dreams.
"I'm sleeping, Darian," I groan, "Can it wait?"
"I don't think so. I'm in the zone. I've found some lines and some toys I can work with. I want to get this while I'm hot."
"You do realize It's the middle of the night, right?"
"Uh huh."
"You do realize I don't know where you are, right?"
"Uh huh."
"You do realize that you're going to have to explain why I'm going to bill the team for this, right?"
"Uh huh."
"And you do realize you'll owe me a coffee when I get there, right?"
"Uh huh. There's a Delaney Bros like two blocks from here. They might even have the fresh donuts ready too."
That does get something out of me. I do enjoy a good donut. I do enjoy a good pay day. And, unfortunately, I enjoy my work.
"Text me the directions," I sigh, "I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm not bringing the whole set up. Just the guerilla bag and the stabilizers."
"Oh, come on. Why not?"
"I don't know the spot. I don't know the lighting. I don't know what you're going to pull. It's the middle of the night. You're getting bare bones. If you want the whole spectrum, then we'll have to do it later."
"Fiiiiiine but get here soon."

And the bastard hangs up on me before we can exchange the requisite pleasantries. Its efficient, I'll give him that, but still. There's a whole song and dance to existence and sometimes its nice to go through the motions. The motion of rolling over and throwing off my blankets, however, is terrible and no one should ever do that. But I do. I like a paycheck and Deck