Nothing like going to bed at 8pm on a Saturday night so you can be up at 1am on a Sunday morning. I have been up at 1am on a Sunday many many times but nothing as exciting as drive to the airport time. That's some serious sarcasm there, isn't it?
So tired.
Left the house once yesterday and that was at 7am to go the grocery store to get cat food. Otherwise I stayed inside all day. Kind of nice. Packed, hung a mirror, finally hung a painting, played Diablo, watched some TV, and had a mellow day.
No real issues to report. Other than being tired, I am okay. B has been in a funk and it's because of my travel, but I think she is starting to shake it. She needs friends around more than I do and I think that is bugging her too. I am happy with strangers but she needs real friends. We need to work on that next year.
Off to the fucking airport.
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