And that's all. Got up in Chicago at 4:30 this morning, caught a cab at 5, caught a plane at 6:30, rented a car at 8:15 in Minneapolis, drove with Dave to Brooklyn Park, and dealt with transitional shit all day. Then, back to the hotel in Eden Prairie, over to a "Don Pablo" mexican theme hell restaurant, where much beer and liquor was downed (actually, embarrassingly little liquor was downed, due to sheer exhaustion).

As my boss says, you know it's a good restaurant when they have pictures of the food on the menu. Shit.

Then back to the Marriott, log on to Red Hot Pawn, make a few moves, try to contact Hambone.