- Entry
#2066
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- 10:59 AM -
September 2nd, 2020
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- So I'm what... 186
right now? That is 36 pounds heavier than my goal.
What I was at in 2016 - and what I look best
at on camera...
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- However it's also
quite a distance from 215, where I was a few
months ago and thanks to saggy skin? I can pull
this off:
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- So with the LA
Galaxy gig there were masks, but it was a pretty loose
set. Today was very, very different. This was a true
post-COVID gig where there were protocols, wipe
downs, masks, distance - constant awareness. People
wiping down everything the moment someone touched it.
It was wild. Not only was my self-imposed human
quarantine still in tact? I would literally WORK in a
place like this. It was that robotic and well
run...
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- ...it's also
depressing as fuck. This dystopian feeling of truly
never going back. Of all of this just becoming
commonplace proceedures that take over every aspect of
our life. Whew. It's heavy.
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- The gig was quick
and normal and, well, one of hundreds I've had that
would NEVER be a Journey entry. But in 2020? It's like
being in a videogame. I don't leave the house man...
so jumping in my car and pretending it's 2019 (even
with all the COVID precautions) feels like I'm
cheating. Like I'm an avatar in a VR game. And my
weight change certainly adds to that. In fact, that
should be it's own entry. save that for
#2066...
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- So there's the gig
and we have a couple coming up (though most are still
just GolfKon packages where the car never moves). Nice
way to make a very TINY amount of money... but in
2020, it's somethin'.
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- Jesus what does
the end of the year hold. What does 11/4-1/21 hold?
Fuck. Scary times.
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- Adam
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