- Turned on the heat in Jacksonville, Florida in August.
- Speculated on the chances I’m running a fever.
- Sportin’ a giant red Valentine-type night shirt. From Walmart. Circa 2008. In defense of #3: I’m not proud of this, but there is an explanation, of sorts. I purchased it at a time when I was having surgery. In February. And apparently I wanted to recuperate resembling Ebenezer Scrooge, lookin’ for love. It’s since been relegated to the travel category where no one will ever see it again.
- Yay free Famous Amos cookies in my room!
- Omigod, what if there’s a fire here? And I’m forced to evacuate in this godawful giant red cheapass nightshirt…? If I make it through this night alive, the first thing I’m doing when I get home is donating this sorry POS to charity.
- Did you know there’s an online dating site for farmers? Honest to God, I shit you not. And how do I know this? No, I’m not looking for a little agricultural action: there’s a commercial running here advertising it.
- Anyone know how I wipe my iPad browser history before I get back home? And in a related note, advertising works.
- Sitting next to me on my night stand is my Birthday Boo mini stuffed animal that I bring along on my trips as a tiny companion-adventurer and comfort to me in a strange environment. I think my hotel room neighbor can hear me talking to him. And by “him”, I mean Boo, not the neighbor.
- Just finished my large Coke Zero from an earlier fast food run. And the Famous Amos cookies. On the plus side, the melatonin’s starting to kick in and I’m finally getting sleepy, which is probably responsible for most of this post. It’s a dangerous cocktail. Ride the dragon.
- Zzzzzz. Boo says g’nite.
Sep24
The Angry Suburbanite 