Just got back with contraband foodstuffs. Wait, is chocolate illegal for transport? Are cookies? Because that's what I brought back, basically. 1/2 the Church is passed out on my bed. I slept about 11 of the 14 hours of the trip so it was basically teleporation except I think my gum is infected. Or annoyed. Was it the tequila? Was it the spicy octopus? Whatever it was, it's telling me to stop eating these dried persimmons. Which I will not. I just dropped a bottle of balsamic 6 feet and stepped on a tiny shard and started bleeding all over. Maybe I should go to sleep.