So tired. Can’t think good. So tired.
Crazy cheap and good breakfast at Ben’s secret breakfast spot in Brooklyn, Mike’s Coffee Shop near our house and the Pratt Institute:
Met some famous people on our flight home from New York to New Orleans. Juvenile (he’s a rapper, mama), this guy, and this guy. I didn’t know any of them, but Ben knew all of them. He got Juvenile’s autograph.
Had a long flight in luxurious, spacious coach seating:
I am tired. I am home. I’m going to bed. Ohhhhh home bed!