Having a hard time isn’t made easier by Bon Iver. (or is it?)
I’m distracted. I’m in a hotel room. I have work to do while I’m away on a different work trip (real job vs. imaginary job, they’ve got to duke it out some time, right?) in Raleigh. I mean I brought my freakin’ desktop and my laptop, just so I could be working in some form every moment that I’m not sleeping, working, eating, or walking with Ginger. Oh yeah, Ging’s here with me too. On the fifth floor of this Holiday Inn in a town that I have no love in any more. Not that I ever really did.. but that said, just because the Triangle doesn’t have any love for me, I have love for the Triangle.