To hotel stairs to the emergency exit door...

I would have written from the hotel, had I not been sleep-deprived and completely bored. But for the most part I was both of those things, and I rejoice in my own bed, which is miles above and beyond any fold out, especially the one at the hotel. I did have some interesting shopping experiences this week, however, which I will chronicle tomorrow or whenever I can actually lift my head off of my pillow to write. Which, unfortunately reminds me that I have two (short) articles to write tomorrow for the conclusion of my internship. Three weeks from today I will be back in Evanston, back with (hopefully all of) my friends, back to school. I'm definitely feeling ready to go back. There's only so much time I can spend with my mother before I want to kill something.