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After quite possibly the worst travelling day ever for a short-haul flight, I got picked up by Shad and Katie last night and got dropped off at home after 10p. AFTER 10p. If American Airlines wasn’t actually a front for the largerst masochist association in the US, I would have landed in Austin at 10:37a. Yes, 10:37a in the morning.

I did however get to drink a beer at 1p in the afternoon, share a plane with Lou Rawls, and see Robert Horry strolling through DFW, so I guess it wasn’t all bad. It’s gray and rainy out, but it’s really great to be back home.