Y6 D340

Happy May. Travel pisses me off. Here's why - I am up and writing this at 2:12am local time. If I got in the car now and drove to Austin I would arrive roughly around 9:40 at my hotel. Instead, I am leaving in about an hour to go to the airport, board at 4:30 in the morning after standing around for probably 15 - 20 minutes waiting, then arrive in Dallas at 6:20, take another flight at 8 and land in Austin at 9:20. Get my rental car and drive to the hotel and guess what time I should arrive? About 9:50. So. I could drive and do something or spend most of the morning bored off my ass and arrive at my destination at the same time. Whoever said air travel saves time never did the actual math.

Finished at client one. Off to client two. 8 days total in Austin. Need to pay bills and rent this weekend from the hotel. Have no other big plans for my wild time in Austin. I might try and find something to do tomorrow. We shall see. Today to kill time before I check in I am going to a vape shop and then to the outlet malls. Maybe. I may just push the hotel into checking me in early and save those things for tomorrow to give me something to do.

Got back to the hotel around 4:30, packed and went out for dinner. Ate at Delta Cafe, aka your standard homestyle cookin' kind of place. It was acceptable. Came back and slept from 6:30 until 9. Downloaded files. Slept from 11:30 to 1:30.

Shout out to my buddy and his tooth situation. Life sucks doesn't it? But it's better than the alternative? For me it is at least. While I may contemplate death, death scares the living fuck out of me. It's the moments like this where I understand why people cling to religion. It gives them the false hope they need to carry on every day. They truly believe they will go 'on to a better place' when they die. It gives them the no fear of death mentality that I can't grasp. Fuck death. I can't comprehend me without me. I know that when the lights turn out that's it. There is no more. No more conscious thought. No more rambling on here. No more sitting in hotel rooms. Just nothing. I shut down. I go away. I turn into worm food.

And that freaks the fuck out of me.