Ahh... hygeine. Hi Gene. Hello Gene. Gene, can I bum a cigarette off of you?

The days have become days and the hours have become a haze. The cigarettes have become few and the crew grows restless and weary. I sense a mutiny. Actually, I sense some fun at hand. It's nearing 4 in the AM and I just realized that my manager left the keys to his rental Cadillac on the dresser in my room from when he was in here earlier begging me not to get us thrown out of another hotel. ::looks at keys::

I believe my journal entry on the events of the day will have to be put on hold for now. I have the Caddy keys in my hand and I am about to head out the door to the parking lot. Wanna come?

j.