January 21, 2004
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January 21st, 2004.
It’s 1am, and I’m lactose intolerant. I depend on Chelsea practicing guitar loudly, I depend on Nat playing Zelda loudly, I depend on Conan o’Brian’s audience screaming loudly. I’m sorry for my body, but the worst part of the Trip is … small houses and bathrooms that aren’t in any way separated from the rest…