Is there such a thing as a food hangover? I woke up very early and still very full from last night, feeling not hung over but otherwise horrible. Walked to the bus station in the rain (whine), and twelve hours and some screaming kids later, was back in New York. One of the nice things about ground travel is how un-jarring it (usually) is. Wherever you're going, you ease into it.
Taking the subway 'home' from the airport, I sat across from a homeless-looking guy passed out directly under an ad for some kind of anti-bed bug sheets.
Yay, real world.
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