Made it back to OKlahoma. After 3000 miles, packing, taking care of things and drinking about 22 'one last' pints with friends in Montana, I am very tired. So rather than go to my new place and working to make it habitable, I decided to spend one more night in a hotel. Get some rest and work tomorrow.
And there is a guitar player upstairs. For awhile I couldn't hear the guitar, just the amp buzzing. Now I can hear him, but I don't recognize the tune. If it isn't a Creed song, it sure sounds like it could be.
This is what laziness gets you.
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