I type this from the cheapest, sleaziest hotel yet. It's a lovely place, The Fairfield Inn at Newark DE.
My door opens directly to the outdoors. My bathroom has a tub and toilet, and door. You have to sit on the toilet to shut the door. Outside the toilet, I have a sink. One chair, a bed, a table to work at, a small dresser with a 19" television on it. When I walked in, I thought to my self, "This is where lonely old people go to die."
I can't wait to see the warehouse tomorrow. And I've discovered I didn't bring a tie. This should be great...
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