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A Long Way From Anything

A guy trying to find a home that never was.

Home at last

Well, I'm home. I thought about coming home and posting a bunch of the humorous events of the weekend, but then again, since I've only had six hours of rack-time since Friday at 0500 (when I woke up to leave), it ain't gonna happen. I'm sitting here, still in utilities, my hands and arms covered in scratches and scrapes, my feet bleeding from blisters, black and blue bruises on my legs, and severly sleep-deprived. So I'm going to bed.
Yes, it was fun. Yes it was extremely interesting. Yes, I feel that my natural stance is now one of attention, but you all will have to wait for the gory details. I'll try to post some tomorrow night. For right now, suffice it to say I'm home safe and sound and only slighty worse for wear. Talk to you all tomorrow.

Music: Queen
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