I decided to go to the place that I really feel is my home. I colllapsed on Mal's couch, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Then I woke up around noon to the sound of knocking on the door of Mal's house. I love Mal's house. It is a small retro Leave it To Beaver House on the outside, but on the inside it is almost like a loft, without a whole lot of walls.
Funny how I never appreciate the shortage of walls when I am sober. I stumbled over to the door, kind of wishing that I had a butler to answer the door for me.
"HEy," a nonchalant voice slowly announced.
Jeff was at my door!!! JEFF WAS AT MY DOOR!!!!
He was 'just visiting' before getting back on the road again. I am still kind of hung over and in shock, so I will tell about the rest of his visit later.
JEFF WAS AT MY DOOR!!!!