Fucktards

They wouldn’t give me a late checkout time, so I had to rebook my flight, which, honestly, is a way better state of affairs. I really just want to be home for awhile. Do some laundry. I might even be able to get out and go jogging while the laundry’s running.

I’m a bit exhausted. Looks like they want me in Denver for a few days next week, then more time in NY… I’m looking to book a hotel closer to downtown. These transit costs are fucking killing me. I could have bought a punching bag with this goddamn money. Spent Sat. night watching HBO boxing with Brendan, which was cool. I haven’t watched professional fights since I started taking boxing classes, and let me tell you, it’s waaay cooler when you have an appreciation for just how fucking difficult it is for them to do what they do…

Outta here in an hour.

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