It's the night before a trip. I could have been in bed about twenty minutes ago but...that felt wrong.
So instead, I'm perched on top of a pile of clean laundry (feels just like driving the car). Sorry to the traveler that I haven't been great at the stories. Because it's all about the stories.
Biggest news on this front is that the blood came out of my new Wal-mart $3 sweatshirt. And I'm rather sad about that.
Tomorrow's Destination:
Here's to Valentine's spent in foreign lands.
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