I don't know that I can do this "living out of hotels" thing much longer; this is probably the loneliest state of existence, ever. Being nomadic is fun and great, and I've done that - but when I've done that and lived out of a backpack and enjoyed it, I enjoyed it because I didn't really have a home or a life at the time. I was really just doing the nomad thing. Now I've got an actual home and an actual life, and this is a killer.
This is seriously wacky. How do people do this? I mean, I know all of the guys have been married and divorced at least once (including Yellow, who's only 34); I guess you do this shit and have to give up everything else. And you know what? It's not a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
Damn. I've got a lot of work to do this weekend to get the hell out of this job and figure out my shit.
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Thursday, February 24, 2005
Hotels Suck
Deja Vu
New Jersey. All next week. AGAIN. Weekend home.
NY city the next week, Mar 6-10th.
I knew things were bad when I arrived at the Hilton in Denver and thought, "Oh, I'm home."
This can't go on much longer.
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