Sunday, April 13, 2008

12:18 AM, Springfield Missouri

As I wandered down the halls of the Hampton Inn, clutching my room key, a bottle of Downy Wrinkle Releaser and a hairbrush, tasting of cookies and smelling like I'd chain smoked in a small room for 2 hours, I couldn't help but think to myself-

How the hell did I get here?


But a phone call and the promise of tomorrow brought me back down to earth and distracted me from my moment of weakness.

The key card slipped into the slot, I slipped into my pajamas and then slipped into bed, still giggling at the absurdity of it all. Someday maybe you can laugh with me...or not. Your choice.

2 comments:

Themindtaker said...

Sounds cool. You'd do Kerouac proud (I think). :)

Can't wait to hear where the road took ya.

Eli said...

I think I need to get a semi-steady job. I tend to get wanderlust, but I don't ever have enough money to satisfy my cravings. :(