Two handwritten, omitting the actual fun trip part

M JUN 1 0702
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with my coat over me as a blanket i feel kind of like a vagrant. this is the first time i can recall actually using it for warmth, only tonight instead of dodging the law i’m just sleeping on the floor of a hotel junior-suite made and paid for two but holding six. my bed is the cushion from a chair (tried to sleep in that first – no dice), and two pads from the mini couch, laid out like some bizarre flat totem. it pains me to know that this was actually sort of comfortable, a tidbit i will not reveal for fear the rest will know “brandon’s okay with sleeping on the floor,” and seal my fate. for me it’s really 10:02, this being the fabled west coast with its life-altering timezone. i arrived at 21:00 which is actually 00:00 to me – by 04:00 i was in “bed,” zonked because of a
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full day. today is to be refreshingly less hectic, with only a scant few “could dos” and nary a must – always an appreciable thing for a monday. at denny’s last night i ordered “nachitos,” which one might anticipate being a smaller, less threatening version of the nacho. they were wrong oh god they were wrong – even now the bowl i was delivered, heaping with a beefy bean mixture, tomatoes, onions, sour cream and fuck all, haunts my memories. a friend called it “something an alien gave birth to,” and i have about me the capacities to conjure up less accurate statements. on our way back to the hotel my friend grabbed a copy of the LA personal/escort/dating smut rag, and i a copy of the LA weekly. in the end one was just more up-front about what it actually was.

TH JUN 4 2135
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i spent my second to last buck on the taxi back to the airport. it doesn’t seem like so long ago that i arrived here for the show and met up with everyone, but time tends to get away. i’ve done plenty of writing this week – more than usual by a vast amount. it’s all stuff about video games that nobody will read (well, some people). my flight boards in 15 and leaves in 45 and none too soon – i’m nervous as always but essentially too exhausted to really care, and knowing i have a 05:30 port authority airport flyer bus back home only reinforces it. i’m gonna need some goddamned sleep. it’s oversold and they’re offering a $350 voucher that i could use, but the flight tomorrow isn’t direct and i don’t think
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i’m down with that. it’s been a crazy week, most strange the reality of reuniting with people i haven’t seen in two or three years but talk to online regularly. our different personalities emerge in that physical realm, reminding me of when jessy and i first met. sometimes i think back at how naive i had to have been to have attempted such a thing, or how wise. i’ve been all business this week, staying occupied with work (how weird it is to even realize i’m saying that) but now that i’m alone i remember how much i miss her. the times when i can come home from my day and have her there will be better than vacation.