i really just want to go home.
there are two beds in my hotel room and i have slept in each one three nights.
there’s a 50 year high school reunion happening at the hotel and i can’t even contemplate being alive 50 years.
there’s some loud people in the hall too and i’m just tired as fuck.
my hotel is close to nuclear weapon storage and that makes me feel weird.
talking on the phone has saved me from going crazy, i think.
can’t sleep. can’t stop the sytycd youtube cycle.