Leaving LA. Here is a drunken picture I took in the airport.
I drank so much and took so many sleeping pills ???????
I am shocked I made it onto my plane???
Being home was weird and anachronistic and skull-numbing. I was able to turn off almost all my political filters and be nice to people. I didn't talk for almost a week. I also did a lot of things that were fun, made my mom really happy, brought back some fun clothes, hung out with my brother and exercised a lot.
Leaving still felt really sad, though.
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