Blew 60e on a cab ride to CDG this morning, caught Pacific Rim on a tiny screen embedded in the seat in front of me.
Came home to traffic on 76 and a double short mocha in a little mug I picked up for way too much at the gate.
I am home. Alistair is mulling about curiously while Zevran manically kicks at my forearm. I am full of fond memories and emotional turmoil.
I'll check in tomorrow with tales, my friends. But tonight, I'm going to make myself a pot of chili and watch TV until I pass out on the couch.
That's wayyy more than I managed upon returning, utterly confused, from Kaua'i. Cheers my friend.
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