Home, I get to go home. La la la. I just need to get the fuck out of this hotel, drive to LAX, drop off the car, get in a shuttle, get through security, find my gate, get on a plane or two, THEN I will be home. Only about 15 hours to go.
Home. Home Home.
Class was tolerable. Worst group of the week. Deadites. No action. Boring. They sat there and didn't respond to shit. Worst group. Made it through. They brought me chocolate like some old god.
Dinner in hotel. Bed at 7:30.
I go now.
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