Do You Know The Way To San Jose

Or am I in Santa Clara? Either way, I have the large-bathroomed “handicapped suite.” I am dogged by the persistent yet subtle aroma of feces — or at least old people. I should be seeking a Kinko’s to print something, but instead I want food and a deep sleep.

Dot dot dot.

The pizza is on it’s way, along with a 2 liter of Pepsi. It’s an old fashioned sleepover in the poop room. I’m going to watch some Doctor Who and Mighty Boosh until I pass out.

Sarah bought me Pants That Fit brand pants from the Gap before picking me up to go to the airport.

This room can’t seem to air out quickly enough.

3 Responses to “Do You Know The Way To San Jose ”

  1. Old people poop?

  2. This time, the smell isn’t me!! Hooray!

  3. Ewww, stinky poop.

    I will call you tomorrow afternoon to let you know that you are an uncle.

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