There's nothing left to say any more is there? It's just the same laundry cycle every day now. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. Everything else is just minutia and pablum for the masses. Don't believe me? Here:
Left the house at 4 yesterday to go to the airport. Got on a plane at 5:30. Traveled all day to Texas. Arrived in Dallas, waited for a delayed connecting flight to Corpus Christi. Arrived in CC at 3:30. Got a car. Drove to the hotel. Checked into hotel. Ironed. Found place to eat. Located client's office for today. Came back to hotel. Fucked around on internet. Went to bed. Awake.
There you go. My life in a nutshell. Rinse and repeat.
Talked to no one other than the kid who has a crisis because she put dishwashing soap in the dishwasher and the kitchen became a bubble zone. She is hopefully handling that. She also had to go to the store and heaven forbid, buy toilet paper.
If there's one good thing about all my traveling is it is forcing her to be more independent. Essentially she gets to live on her own roughly one week a month. Good test run for the real world.
I need to grow up. I need to stop doing Rocky and playing with children. I need to accept I will never be a rockstar or anything important at all. Just another space monkey doomed to die alone. The sooner I accept it the sooner I can settle into a life of mundane boredom and drink myself to do death while playing nice with society. OR I could just speed up the process....
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