'tis nothing my drinking problem can't fix...

Having broke several long-standing world records on my way to Orlando last Sunday, everything seemed to be looking up. It Was The Start Of Something Completely Different!

I made it here in just over ten hours, and it wasn't bad. It was an extended car sing-along session. You should have heard me sing the intense part of "Black Flame" by Renaissance. I hung in there with Annie the whole way. "I AM THE BURNING IN YOUR SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUL!" and whatnot.

I decided that the song would be the finale on my next mix.

I also fiddled around with AM radio, for the first time since I tried pulling in a Maple Leafs game from the bench, during a soccer game versus Holley. In that instance, I thought I was being discreet, but you cannot fool Duck O'Day.

This time, I needed not be secretive. I pulled in the NFL playoffs, and I listened to the Colts embarass the Broncos.

All of this listening made the time pass quickly and pleasantly.

But then I got to Orlando.

And despite my CONFIRMATION NUMBER and CREDIT-CARD GUARANTEED RESERVATION, my motherfucking hotel could not find a record of my plans. Their computer had crashed around New Years', they said. They had no rooms for a whole week, they said. They were terribly sorry, they said. I ended up in a weird-smelling motel room a few miles away. It was slightly larger than the inside of the car I had spent the previous ten hours in.

With all of the moving around I've done over the last week, I know that I have exactly four and a half luggage carts worth of stuff with me. Four and a half luggage carts is a lot of luggage carts, when you are talking about stuff that you are traveling with. And if I knew I was going to have to pack it all up and down stairs and in and out of rooms three times already, I probably wouldn't have brought as much. Or else I would have hitched a BOOM TRUCK to take along.

There's no denying, I was a mad mad sonofabitch last Sunday. I almost got "snippy" with the lady at the front desk, who informed me of my housing dilemma. I was conjouring levels of assertion that I have never even contemplated before.

Usually, I am PATIENT. And I tend to LAY LOW. I found these things exceedingly difficult to do, last week.

All that said, I have now moved into my true hotel. And I am completely unpacked for the first time since I've got here. And it is homey. Home-y. Something.

And I am content. I am a content, prissy little man, who needs space, stuff, and accomodations.

I would totally take a nap right now, if it weren't 7:30PM.