The first part of my trip is now over. Driving from South Beach to LA.

I’ll soon return to South Beach.

I’m in a bit of a weird place; I have work I NEED to do out here. And work I want to do. But I feel pulled to return.

I’m in a weird place with data. I have it. I’m missing applications. I can’t yet do everything that I could before. I’m terribly behind for having not had a computer for a number of days. Yesterday, I spent a large part of my day simply retrieving data, retrieving my life.

I want things to be normal. You know, as normal as they can be for me. It was a little weird, the reunion ending. I have a lot to say about the whole experience but I’m still just a little too discombobulated to pull everything together.

I need to figure out where I’m going tonight. I was thinking of going south to Laguna Beach before I come back up. I have stuff I need to do here on Friday, but until then, I don’t know where to go.

I’m trying to go through some of the last photos of the trip. It’s so Jimmy Hollywood that my laptop would die as soon as I got here and I would have no ending moment. No Fanfare of the Common Man.

Eh.

Received some interesting emails while I was incommunicado. I’ve been fortunate to know so many good people, have so many people that care.

For weeks now, I’ve sat on a book that I had intended to publish before my arrival here. One that a good friend has been kind enough to review for me. I haven’t released it yet. Still need to do that.

Still need to go through photos from the trip.
Still need to go through Jas’ photos.
Still need to go through photos from the reunion itself.
Still need to edit buttloads of video (with software I apparently need to find again).
Still need to, still need to, still need to…

It’s okay. Everything will be back to normal soon. And I’ll feel good about things. And then I’ll be on the road.

Oh.

Thank you. You. Thank you. For everything.