On My Travels
I slept about an hour last night. I never could sleep when I knew I was traveling the next day. It didn’t matter how I was traveling either. The simple task of “traveling” fills me with great anxiety.
The more I travel by air the more paranoid I get that my government is watching me. I didn’t feel like that pre-9/11. I bet most people didn’t. In my last few travels by aircraft I have only received TSA pre-check screening once. In my humble opinion I’ve traveled enough this last year to warrant being shuttled into the secured area with much grandeur much like Prince Fucking Charles.
Alas, I am always shuttled about with all the commoners.
