It's 12:30am here and I can't sleep. We are supposed to get up early and go to New Orleans tomorrow but I keep thinking of all I have left behind and what the Hell have I gotten myself into. The trip is fine. Everything is fine. I am having anxiety and freaking out. I feel lonely and trapped.
Also the famous Austin bats wouldn't come out from under the bridge for us. Why?
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