thanks for not being a zombie

Nothing makes you feel like a million bucks quite like sitting in a car for eleven hours. Four states. Over five hundred miles. Generally healthy food (although I can neither confirm nor deny the rumors that fries and a shake were consumed at some point this afternoon).

I'm now sitting in the lobby of the Holiday Inn located downtown in a city I lived in for a few months a long time ago. A few moments ago, an easy listening version of the Smiths' "Every Day is Like Sunday" was playing, to be followed by a similar version of Patsy Cline's "I Fall to Pieces." Very strange that this does not seem so strange. The hotel claims there's free WiFi available in the lobby, but they lie! You can't actually get anywhere once you're logged onto the network. Fie upon thee, fickle hotel WiFi!

Mostly, however, I mourn for you, dear reader. You will have to wait to see all of the clever photos I took today.

Audioblogging from the road has been taking place here.

We're about halfway to New Town.