I just got back from the Hard Rock. That beer needed to be drunk. Those ONE DOZEN buffalo wings however, DID NOT need to be eaten. So here i sit with the stomach of a well fed python feeling sorry for myself as I can't seem to think let alone string a meaningful sentence together.
I have to get my ass out of the hotel by 6am tomorrow meaning I have to drag my ass out of bed by 5 (to include check out and get a cab to bus station to Clark Fields airport 2 hours away).
That gorgeous bed is calling me....
Luckily not much left to do. Hope I hear the alarm later.