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I jus woke up to a drunk text from the kid's mother. She's rambling on about how grateful she is to have the house over her head and if it wasn't for my family she wouldn't have that to raise her children blah blah blah. First off, even if I wasn't on the east coast right now, that text was sent at 1:42am PST. If that's not drunk text time, I don't know what is. Second, wtf? Go away. Don't remind me of one of the things that pisses me off at 2 or 5, depending on how you look it, in the morning. 20 years and I still can't get her out of my damn life. Ugh.

I dislike travel like this because I don't have enough time to acclimate my internal clock. I slept like shit and I am totally exhausted. I woke up yesterday at 1:30am to leave at 3:30, got to the airport at 4, through security and at my gate by 4:15. I boarded at 5:30. I did get my upgrade on one flight at least. I had a decent breakfast and was able to watch 2 episodes of Preacher. I am still not 100% happy with where the TV show is going compared to the books. But oh well. Not up to me. Just enjoy it for what it is. I landed at DFW at 11:20 and had 3 hours to kill. Basically sat in the lounge and did nothing. No upgrade on my second flight. There were 24 names on the list and I was 10th. I can only imagine how much farther down I would have been last year at this time. At least being in the top ten is better than the bottom. I slept for an hour on my first flight, then 2 on the second. That messed me up. It was 7:20pm when I landed. Got the car by 8 and had a 45 minute drive. I didn't get checked in and settled until almost 9.

I tried to go to bed at 10:30 but toss and turn central. Woke up at 11:30, 1, 2:30, and 3. I did have one dream that stuck with me. I was in a small deli trying to buy bread and cheese. I think I really want a good homemade sandwich. I want a nice roast beef on dark rye kind of sandwich. Some good bread. Yeah, my dreams are even boring.

Two days of onsite mentoring, then headed back home. No time to reset my clock, just more nights of fucked up sleep. Yay me.