Perfect end to a perfect trip.
After a long, stressful drive from San Diego, I walk into my apartment (the one I spent half a day cleaning before I left) and realize I’m in the middle of getting new drywall in my hallway. The lights in the hall don’t work, there’s a thin film of white dust everywhere, and the TV cable no longer extends to the living room.
Then I walk into the bathroom to take a nice, long shower. There’s spackle all over my good towels, my bathroom rug, and my sink. And there’s this mysterious unidentifiable gray shit all over the tub.
I’m either going to go get very drunk or maybe just go to sleep in my moderately dusty bed, so I can sneeze all day tomorrow like I did the whole time I was back east…