Oh. I hate it here. I’ll never be back.

It’s awful. I don’t party or gamble or smoke or really do much but outdoor and educational, and I particularly hate people trying to extract more money from me.

I’m fine with paying what it costs, even if that’s a lot, but once I’ve paid, you don’t talk to me about money again.

The airport was bad, then we realized that the Lyft driver ran up the meter on us by going the long, more trafficy way. I didn’t even know that was possible.

Plus I now am away from home without a pair of glasses and with a bilateral case of pinkeye that I must’ve picked up at the optometrist on Wednesday.