And more tired than I ever thought possible. I probably should have spent the night at my parent's house in the suburbs, but I really wanted to get home to my own bed.
I haven't watched (American) television in a week. What did I miss?
The flight home today was almost eleven hours. By the time I got off the plane and through customs I was ready to chew up a cigarette whole.
I'm better now.
I have 4 million pictures and lots of fun stories to tell...after a hot bath and a short coma.
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- ▼ June (9)