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This day has been torture. E came over last night after we both finished hellish days, and I'm pretty much we both just wanted to jump on a plane ASAP. We settled for a local sushi joint and some japanese beer. But it just felt mediocre. And today---every minute has been amplified seriously pushing the boundaries on how long a minute should really last. But I can see the bright sunshine at the end of the tunnel. 15 MINUTES. That's right. Only one quarter of an hour until I leave this joint, get in my car and get home to start my vaycay. And I can assure you. At exactly 3:15--when I anticipate getting home-- I will be cracking a Red Stripe. I can just hear it now. That satisfying hiss and the cold white steam that emanates directly after you pop the lid on an ice cold beer. OOOP. Now only 12 MINUTES. I'm not even giddy. Just fucking thirsty. It feels like the sahara desert in here. Or Salt Lake City. Both venues, where I'm pretty sure you can't satisfy the kind of thirst I've got going on here. Either way, in the interest of making time go by faster, I decided to blog. The results appear to be a rant that ends in a quite alcoholic sounding whine. Apologies. I'm off to L.A.