After a long hard fought battle, I finally have my own hotel room for the rest of the tour, which means a whole lotta walking around in my boxers, drinking milk from the carton, eating cold leftover fast food, crying myself to sleep, pounding Jim Beam at 3AM, that sort of thing :) This little gem was at the Hilton in Springfield, very sophisticated I might add.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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