Well

I'm home.

I always end up drinking the night before a flight and I always end up regretting it. I woke up this morning, in my underwear, with a pile of clothes next to me on the ground, bag and belongings scattered every which way, half packed.

I'm so hungover that I think a ham and cheese croissant pocket is a good idea for breakfast.

The TSA takes my knife away which is understandable but then they also take my toothpaste away because it is too large. Because 4.34oz of toothpaste poses a national hazard whereas 3.0oz of toothpaste does not.

But I am glad to be back. My sisters and brother and I are driving out to Seattle tomorrow.

Glad to be done with work.

Dennis, I left your keys in the apt. I never heard from Emma and didn't have time to call her yesterday. As I walked out this morning, I saw that the Emily from the 3rd floor had left a little bag of chocolates pinned to the board for Ivan and Jennifer. I really tried to like her but I'm afraid it's irreversible now. I wanted to steal it and leave a Christmas card from me but I didn't have time for that either.

Dan's book came in!