Journal



#1,440 Home Again, Home Again.

So tired. Can’t think good. So tired.

Crazy cheap and good breakfast at Ben’s secret breakfast spot in Brooklyn, Mike’s Coffee Shop near our house and the Pratt Institute:

Met some famous people on our flight home from New York to New Orleans. Juvenile (he’s a rapper, mama), this guy, and this guy. I didn’t know any of them, but Ben knew all of them. He got Juvenile’s autograph.

Had a long flight in luxurious, spacious coach seating:

I am tired. I am home. I’m going to bed. Ohhhhh home bed!