The Monday after a great trip is always brutal: the empty fridge, the messy suitcase, the uninhabited-but-still-air-conditioned apartment smell, and the reminder that when I open the door it will close behind me - no holding it open for pretty girls. So, I fought forward with some iPod-age and spaghetti. I diligently cleaned up from the trip, tended to mail and groceries, looked deeper into apartments, and made some VHS tapes for work. The littlest things always turn into the biggest pains in the neck but go unappreciated. The man has his thumb on my neck......

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