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5 hours away from the red-eye. still packing.
my muscles ache in that way that the body reminds you that even though it's summertime BBQ badmiton, you still need to stretch before and afterwards.
i ate gordos for the last time today; a chicken quesadilla. i think either i'm nervous about not being done packing, or i have food poisoning. either way it's too late.
and where is y driver's license? did i drink that much last night? damn darts...
i'm going to miss the bay area. the people. the weather. the way the ocean and the forest are accessible for potential day-trips.
yes, the red-eye out. thanks to the advent of digital television transmissions, i'll most likely not sleep and eat food that is bad for you and arrive frazzled, weakened, and otherwise disrupted.
or not.
it's on to brooklyn, nyc. this is the next step.
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