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I just spent a glorious week in DC. There's something very special about getting to sit around with someone who will talk non stop with you about writing and head canons and things. I've only been home two hours and I already miss it.

I flew first class on the way home, which meant an obscene amount of free gin & tonics, and snacks. Also the flight crew was unbearably attractive.

One of the things I did during this trip was start using the men's restroom. That was weird and scary as hell. I was waiting the whole time to get thrown out. But I did it. We'll see if I have the nerve to do that here in Texas, where I seem to pass less well.

I'm unbelievably exhausted but pretty happy aside from the fuck ton of laundry I need to do.