Where do I start? Let's see...
I left the M.S. Norwegian Pearl on May 2nd, with some difficulty. Of course, I didn't start packing my 3 tons of shit until 8pm the night before, and had to leave at 6am the next day. Smart.
So, anyway, I finally got my shit together in the eleventh hour and got off in one piece. Although, I like to think that I left a small piece of me behind for my pals. I am going to miss them.
But, it's good to be on dry land. Went to Seattle for a couple days. Had a blast. Spontaneity. Joined a pot protest with Venk; went on a cross-town hike with a guy we met; and then sang Beatles songs with a street band in Pike Place market for a couple hours, I think.
Then, on Monday morning, I left to go to Orlando to help drive my grandma up to Chicago. My fucking flight had a layover in CHICAGO...and all I wanted to do was go home. But, I continued on and hung out with Grandma and Uncle Joe for a couple days on the road. Somewhat awesome; somewhat shitty because it took so goddamn long and I was kind of sick.
We did finally get here in time for Mother's Day and my little brother, Jesus' Communion. God, is he adorable. And hilarious.
I'm exhausted now, and will retire to bed shortly, hopefully to replenish my depleted energy supply. Tengo mucho a hacer.

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