I'm kind of bitter that my vacation ends tomorrow. Partly that's due to the fact that I've been at the library for the past 90 minutes working on stuff from back home. It's as if I never left. Why take a vacation when you are still bedeviled by problems from whence you came?
I now understand why Americans have such a tough time unplugging. Their minds are on stuff back home (not necessarily business for me, just stuff), so it's like you're still back at home. But I don't know what else to do; I have to take care of it.
One last day of freedom. I am leaving here, going to Hooters, going to a strip club, then the chess tournament, then the Cardinals game, and I will try and enjoy myself.
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