"Oh... Halloween is so awful."

That last blog was total boreballs so I edited it. Flying out of Spokane at 6 a.m. tomorrow. I'd love anyone to come say farewell at the airport, but my parents might treat you like an interloper. Nobody likes an interloper at 5 a.m. Nobody likes being an interloper at 5 a.m. either. I know all about that.