Travel SUCKS

I missed my flight in Florida due to horrendous traffic. I spent 3.5 hours sitting in the Atlanta airport on a re-routed ticket, with no one to laugh at George Bush with me. I want to be back on the beach.

I landed in Louisville at 12:07am. Completely nauseated from being tossed around in a puddle-jumper airplane. I'm here now in the hotel at 12:45am. Normally, I'd be in an awful mood right now, except when I got the hotel, I was checked in by the sweetest little bubbly blond girl with an adorable Kentucky accent. It genuinely lifted my spirits when she clandestinely folded my room key into it's folder and proudly and officially proclaims:

"Mr. ____. For security purposes, your room number has been wrote inside here. And welcome to Louisville."

Indeed.