B.R.B.

I read somewhere that you’re not supposed to write just to push out content, you’re supposed to write when you’re genuinely motivated to write. The problem is I always want to write when I’m drunk, never high. If it’s past 9pm on a school night—I’m high. It doesn’t leave me many opportunities these days because my insomnia is back with a vengeance and I have to consume larger portions of edibles to stay asleep. I thought I conquered the issue by working out so much I was literally physically exhausted most nights, however eventually my subconscious caught up to my antics.

If you’ve never experienced insomnia before I envy you… so much.

I’m going to apologize ahead of time for neglecting my blog for the entire month of June. There are only 7 nights where I get to sleep in my own bed, I counted. I’m off to Portland, New York, New York again, Ireland and Scotland. I’m already exhausted by the number of redeye flights on my itineraries and my back already hurts from sleeping in beds that aren’t mine. For what it’s worth I will probably come back with a thousand stories to tell, I haven’t traveled this heavily in a minute.

I’ll try to write something here and there, but the way my calendar is set up right now… I can’t make any promises.

BRB.