I created my final message the night I arrived home. Fun fact: I was still reeling from my flight meds when I crafted that last message, and my drugs have a bit of an amnesic effect. The next morning I saw the words still spelled out on my desk, and for a minute I thought, "Who the fuck did this? Is somebody in my apartment? SHOW YOURSELF."
Then I remembered it was me, and I laughed to myself, and ordered a ham pizza on Seamless for breakfast.
If you like this, check out Kristin's blog. She's funny!
