What, where, where, where, where, where am I?

Was it all a dream?

Was it all, was it all, was it all a dream, Stephen?

I don't, oh, am I home?

Am I, Kansas?

So, Stephen, I was trying to stay awake longer last night after,

I'm the 24 hours of travel and not, and then, and and then before that a whole day of being up in

uh uh Kenya in Nairobi and so I sat on the sofa and I put on a show but I think I was

zonking out real fast so I turned it off and I sat there and I think I fell asleep for an hour

and when I woke up I startled the shit out of myself I couldn't place what camp I was at in Kenya. I was like, what, what,

where, where, where am I? I'm like, this doesn't look familiar. And then I finally like scared

the shit out of myself. I realized I was at home. There's way too many expensive things in here.

This is definitely not Africa. Grand piano? Pictures on the wall? What?

Pictures of myself? What? What is going on? Where, where am I?

Welcome back. I'm tired. I am actually surprised you're not incredibly jet lagged at this point.

Because when it was daytime here, it was essentially nighttime there.

And you did that for, what, 12 days straight?

I don't know.

I think 10 days.

Yeah, 10 days because we left on the 30th, 10, 11 days.

But I did prioritize sleep over editing and working to make sure that there was six and a half to seven hours a night.

I mean, it's a nonstop slog.

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