Waiting at LAX. Flight leaves at 7:55.

My coffee is waaaay more soy & water than actual coffee (& my name is SO WRONG), the women sitting next to me at the gate could not have said “& then he fuckin’ did WHAT?! That mother motherfuckin did WHAT?! Imma gonna kill that motherfucker” more if they tried, I’m running on 2.5 hours of sleep & I’m dealing with the reality that vacation is over.

I can’t complain, because this trip has been spectacular. But I’m really not ready for reality.

Though I am ready to sleep in my own bed again and return to a better (and healthier!) eating schedule.

In other news, Kelly Clarkson’s “A Moment Like This” makes for a beautifully gay & cliche exit song. Thanks, LAX. I needed that moment.

See yinz back on the east coast ;)