Sorry for the lack of updates lately. Psyche. I really couldn’t give a damn.

I’ve been really busy since last Friday: one wedding, two hotels, three cities, and four plane trips. I had just returned from Los Angeles last night. I was out there on a two-day business trip that consisted mainly of seminars. I never left my hotel but to smoke a couple of cigarettes. It was all so very unexciting that I wouldn’t dare bore you with it, other than to let you know that it happened. I did get drunk dialed by a co-worker, which was a first. And apparently my boss can really tie one on. But this is all hearsay of course; I was in bed by 10:00. It felt so adult driving back from the airport last night to open arms and it actually felt really good. I can’t tell if it means anything yet. Am I really growing up? I have no idea how people with jobs that involve a lot of travel can keep there heads on straight.