I am out of here in 22 hours. I will sleep for 5-6 of those so really I just have to kill 17 hours and I. Am. Gone. Not as exciting as the five days I will be gone at the end of the month, but this is the first time I will be more than a short distance away and my first flight in almost six months. Get me the fuck out of here. Never looked forward to being at an airport as much as I am right now. How fucking sad is that? But man, I need out of this house. I get three days where I don't have to deal with pee, poop, screaming cats, look at the same four walls, or have any real obligations except to myself. Bless.
Cranked out new material yesterday. Mostly because I wanted today to be stress free. I have to copy some files over, make sure I have everything I need for a webinar from the hotel on Friday, but otherwise today is a purposely light day. Just chill and double check I am packed. Have to check in for flight shortly, hotel later, and that's that.
And yeah, I am excited to see pearl jam and more importantly the kid, but it's about getting away. Away. What a wonderful word.
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