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.


Themindtaker said...

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

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

Anonymous 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. :(