Ah last weekend -
A weekend of typing of the dead, neoprinto taking, plenty of discomforting third wheelery, tequila straight out of the bottle and really strange/uncomfortable night time escapades in a foreign socal city.
Lets just say it feels phenomenal to be home.
(stories about missed flights home/ spending nights in cars with sleeping bags later.)
So someone please remind me why come tomorrow night I'm not only leaving my house/wonderbed for 3 days - I'm going to be in a car on a 4 hour road trip en route to anaheim??
