Man I'm tired.
Its one of those moments which come and go and worry me from time to time.
Bone crushing , "what the fuck are you doing this for?"
The money, that's why I do it.
Oh and the Love. Ya the LOVE is why I do it.
No....It's the money.
It will pass it always does.
I console myself knowing I feel better than the guy beside me on the plane who was an "amateur" traveller, sculling the free booze.
It does get a bit much when the stewardesses know me by name and I can't place their face.
I've only been flying Cathay for a month or so for god's sake.
Still when they know you they bring the grub when its still hot.