I am addicted to scratch lotto tickets. This is what living in Utah has done to me. I get to a state that allows this dirty wonder and I go insane. Especially the bingo and crossword ones. Dear god, help me. Oh well, they are at least fun.
And why is it that all hotels have the same hotel smell? This, to me, is comforting and weird at the same time. Do hotels all get together and decide what smell must haunt their hallways? And what is the smell? Is it the smell of thousands of bodies coming in and out of the doors?
Who knows. But it is always the same. Regardless of the city and regardless of the chain.
And I am driving a mid-90's baby blue crown vic. It's... well its what it is.
Okay, I am off to the gas station to turn in my tickets.... and likely get more.
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