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In my oh so humble opinion, the only blogging better than out-of-town hotel blogging is drunk out-of-town hotel blogging. It's difficult for me because I'm pressing all sorts of letters I shouldn’t be and I need to rely on spell checker and auto-correct to un-fuck my drunk typistry. I left Houston yesterday with plans to deliver my little man Henry and his big, black mama Éclair to my mother's home before jetting off to Louisiana. The only flaws to the plan were: a) the weather messed up my travel and 2) it wasn't a jet. I turboprop'd into Monroe around 1:20 today after literally 4 or 5 hours of delays due to thunderstorms. I worked the remainder of the afternoon, but found myself back in the same rut of sadness as on the plane. I miss my life as I knew it. Deal with it. I managed to find my way to a watering hole after work and spend way too much money on demon alcohol. I think I had something related to a hamburger quesadilla before I drank 7 double Crowns and some scotch. I think there was a beer or so in there somewhere. I'm tired and want to sleep. There are so many reasons to not continue this miserable existence, but my love and respect for her binds me to taking the high road. God bless you Erin. You saved me without even knowing it. Meanwhile, I am drunk and lonely. I want to sleep.