While I’m not overly superstitious, I’m continuing the vaunted Leon tradition of pre-trip insomnia turning into writing time. If I’ve got a good thing going, who am I to stand in the way of it? It’s currently 3am. I got in bed around 9pm with hopes to get around four hours sleep. With an alarm set for 4:30am, I figured this was an achievable objective. I figured wrong, so after four hours of rotating one way and another, I cut my losses and got up. I’d forgotten to download the new LCD Soundsystem album. Why even bother travelling without it?
I like a challenge, so why not take a day of international travel with zero sleep? It’s not like I was doing anything for my brain by staying restless in bed. I mean, I’ll no doubt be a shambling mess all day. Hell, I think I tried to write “if” with an apostrophe before (I’f). I’m all kinds of floppy. Oh, wait, let’s do a tally. I’m majorly sleep deprived, I’m doing my best to fight off a sore throat (sleep would’ve helped there) and the skies in Portland are raining ash as a smoky, unhealthy haze fills the air. If I ever was to be thrust into an 80s action movie style protagonist role, this would be it. I mean, as a kid my favourite Mortal Kombat character was Kabal, so I’m getting my chance to live out a childhood fantasy.
If it sounds like I’m a rambling lunatic right now, that’s a pretty accurate assessment. I’m sure clearing customs will be a walk in the park. Then I get to roam the price scalping food courts in search of USB outlets before getting bored and going to my gate. No doubt the flight will be delayed, my home made ham sandwich will be soggy and my in flight entertainment won’t work. So I’ll spend the flight inexplicably drawn to my neighbour’s screen (showing nothing but Big Bang Theory reruns). I won’t have to worry about missing my connecting flight, because all the smoke in Portland will make it impossible to land. So I’ll get to hang out in LAX for a week and get scurvy after eating nothing but single serving cheese slices from airport kiosks.
Grim and defeatist as all of the above sounds, I’m actually really excited about the trip. I swear that’s not merely delirium talking. I wouldn’t have this much trouble sleeping if it was merely anxiety. I’m not remotely nervous. I love flying and travel in general. I’m so stoked to get out and adventure through somewhere new. The smoke and ash is mildly disheartening, but by the sounds of it there’s gonna be light rain and shifting winds over the next day or two that’ll likely send it packing. I didn’t think I’d be this happy about rain on my holiday. Perhaps this is my chance to learn a greater lesson about appreciating the little things. Or catalyst for joining a nihilist rain cult. Even better, I could finally justify putting dollars down on those steampunk accessories I always dreamed of. THIS COULD BE ME (skull and all. What do you take me for? Some kind of fucking amateur?). Truly living my best life in Portland. Maybe I’ll put a bird on it.
Only an hour until my alarm goes off!