5 hours of driving,

And all the weird stuff that happened this weekend feels like it was all dream.

I'm a little disjointed and delirious, but I'm alive, kicking and glad I went. Even if I didn't get a sliver of work done.

A quick lesson to you all when having a tequila stuntman: when you can't squeeze the juice out of the lemon, just rub it in your eye. It works just as well.

I'm going to bed now, being conscious is starting to hurt.