I read for a while, then sat at the little wooden desk in the corner of my room and wrote a bunch in my travel journal. Funny to get back in touch with handwriting after so many years of being spoiled with the luxury of a keyboard to more-quickly capture my thoughts.
Vin and Allison slept over in my guest bedroom - and someone, Vin I think managed to snap this late night picture of me being a dork and working on this very site. That's right ladies and gents, that desk is where it all goes down.
