Comfy chair!

My comfy chair! My comfy bed! My shower!

It's not that my other accomodations are bad. They're great. It's just not the same. At least the other crash spot has better laundry facilities and nobody upstairs. Oh, and better parking. I don't get as paranoid about my car, since that might as well be home number three. Or four. I'm losing count. Might as well say that whereever I crash is home.  Still, there's something to be said about sliding into a recliner that's meant for your butt.

And I'll have to leave in seven hours. Believe it or not, I'm getting more sleep than I used to. Six hours beats four.

In other news, braaaaaaiiiiiins.