Back.
I have returned. I feel like hammered poo, not because the trip wasn't lovely, but rather a combination of being gone just long enough that my body has absolutely no clue what schedule it should be on + an hour and a half of walking up the steepest hills SF has to offer, an exercise to which I am woefully unaccustomed + usual airplane & airport grind. (And the curse of Eve came upon me early just to make my travel better. That's not helping.)
More later.
More later.
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Glad you're back safe, hope you had fun!
So you're the friend my body is synching with. Weird.
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