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.
