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Even though I was very sad (and also quite hung over) whilst cabbing it to Heathrow Airport this morning it felt pretty damn wonderful to walk through customs at San Francisco International this afternoon and on the airplane ride in-between I got to sit in the hump of a 747 (see above photo) where I spent ten or so hours drinking and eating and sleeping and watching movies (Ant-Man, Entourage and Pitch Perfect 2) and writing words and after we landed around three o'clock I hauled myself through the terminal and then home in another cab to change my clothes before hiking to Dobbs Bar in Hayes Valley to meet my buddy Chris (see photo below) who's in town from Austin and who, before tonight, I had not seen in fifteen years, which is absolutely mind-blowing.

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It's almost nine o'clock now and I've gotta go to do work things tomorrow and it's been a very busy seven days and so I'm gonna toss in a load of laundry, brush my teeth and then climb into my bed.