Tonight is my 6th night at a major hotel in downtown Chicago. I am getting sick of it and can't wait to go home. I am tired of eating out 3x a day. I am tired of telling the housekeeping girl that I don't need service and don't need another towel. I don't watch porn on tv nor do I want to swim in the pool where hundreds of others have shed skin cells into the weakly chlorinated water. My only comfort is you guys on APC!

How do you guys handle such an abnormal existence?

PS: I rode the elevator down today with a Lufthansa captain. He was a cutie!