Safe and (making) sound.
After ping-ponging from this airport to that plane for 20 fucking hours, I’ve finally made it home. I have never in my life had such an egregious travel fiasco as I did flying across the country today. But I don’t want to focus on that.
* I have the best friends in the whole world. Everyone converging in San Francisco was so surreal, so amazing.
* Jon, I love you.
* Saw my first Frida Kahlo painting live and in the flesh.
* Read half of Philip Roth’s Portnoy’s Complaint; it’s love.
* Made a new friend, perhaps one day we’ll meet on our own terms.
* Rediscovered Vice Magazine.
* Realized why I’ve stuck with my old clunker iBook G4 for so long: The new new MacBooks are amazing!
* Am going to meet Gore Vidal on Thursday. You’re so jealous.
* I didn’t really have time to blog, but I Twittered like it’s going out of style. I really need to quit that. …Or not.
