Taken in SFO airport on a envy flip phone for top picture quality. This face also describes how I feel about writing essays and sitting for too long.

Functioning on less than 1 hour of sleep plus a 3 hour time change.

3/30/18

Just your sun burnt scallywag here, probably farting freely, drinking a kale smoothie because the SFO airport is bougie and even has places to sleep which seems unheard of. While the rest of the airport seems to be walking around in a fashion show, my blood shot eyes will covet their clothing from across the aisle, as I squint in confusion at the screen trying to make sense of 3 planes leaving from the same gate at the same time.

As tiredness overtakes me, I hope no one that knows me will see me slouch into a chair, letting my mouth hang open for an unsatisfying and disorienting nap among strangers.

I feel like I have only showered in the ocean for the past week and my hair is full of sand and salt. This is me, living my authentic self.

(written on 1 hour of sleep)

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Update: When I got home from the airport, I slept for 19 hours which was wonderful and took me back to my baby days when I would literally sleep and eat all day.

In other words, I miss the shapes of the leaves on O’ahu, the friendly and unique fish, powerful coral reefs, aloha spirit, making connections with family friends, and being in the warmth of the sun. Until next time.