This is the beach at the hotel. I spent this day recovering from my horrific adventures in the bathroom the night before, and then we flew home in the late afternoon. I drank water and ginger ale on the plane, and at 11:30pm when we finally got back to Maple Ridge, I ate half a Subway sandwich. Around quarter to one Jeff picked me up from my parents' place, where I was passed out on the couch. My appetite didn't return completely until Monday, and all Sunday I felt terribly weak and exhausted. BE CAREFUL EATING SEAFOOD, YOU GUYS.
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