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In Denver today. Via South Central LA. Damn shuttle bus. Old lady forgot her purse, then we had to do an emergency pickup in South Central for a wishy washy woman who wasn't ready. I hate shuttle buses.


Bbbrrr..... having trouble breathing at 5000 feet. Lungs don't seem to work too well. Like someone squeezing it all the time. Finished up the last of our focus groups at 10pm. Aie. Tired. But good beer afterwards, of which I've already forgotten the name of. Something to do with A Streetcar Named Desire. Stella....... beer.


I got the tall room at the Hotel Monaco this time. I can jump on the beds not not worry about hitting my head on the ceilings. I'm considering trying to read my Italy books. But dead tired.


The adjustable showerhead for tall basketball players. I'm not anywhere near resembling a tall NBA basketball player, so it's on it's lower settings. I'm also nowhere near being able to afford a million dollar giant pink diamond I'm sorry I'm screwing around with strange hotel concierges ring. But thankfully, I'm not screwing around. I do plan on stealing their nice Aveda bath thingys.


The presidential seat. It's got stars. I'm not feeling especially patriotic right now, so my ass ain't touching it. Training myself to be less American because I'm going to Italy next month. I may get a bunch of Canada patches to sew on my backpack and say "eh" a lot.

Off to Irvine in a few hours. I seriously question our travel schedules. It is just insane.