Heading home. On a normal time flight too. Not a 4am flight like usual. Don't leave here until 1pm. Land at 2:45. If I had my way I would be headed to the airport right now to change my flight but my companion is asleep and has been since 7pm last night. They were hungover all day yesterday and useless. We did nothing. We went to a vape shop because mine broke, we went and had one last dessert, but that was it. Most of the day was spent in the room. Fun.
I am ready to go home but then again I'm not. Being home just makes everything real again. It means I have to confront and deal with everything. It means I have to deal with a disconnected spouse who won't be able to go fuck five times a week. I wish I was joking about the frequency. Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Hours at a time. They've had more sex in the last 8 weeks than in the last 5 years. Me, I'm over here doing nothing. Maybe I will get lucky and my plane will crash. Maybe. Easier than dealing with all this.
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