Not sure why the lobby of the Marriott smells so terrible. It is otherwise very nice.
Lunch at Addis Grill in Louisville. Different sport on every tv, but most of us are looking down at our phones.
This is a whispery post (remember whispery posts?)
I just looked up bios and pictures for the members of the Board I’m about to be elected to this week and holy shit am I ever in over my head. They’re like, professionals. I can’t even adult.
I accidentally ate dinner at 5:00 and now it’s after 9 and I’m hungry again.
@sparklingpants — I know, right? I’m already on a steady diet of my own words from the past, among heaps of humble pie. I’m expecting that will stay about the same.
About once a week I think a little about what awful pop music crap our house will be filled with in ten years. And every single time I also remember all the crap I listened to and watched and made my parents suffer through. I’ll deserve whatever I get. That’s for sure.
ETA: I actually love pop music. It’s the squealing that gives me hives.
There’s a One Direction concert at the KFC Yum! Center, two blocks from my hotel. It’s like a sea of squealing tweens and their indulgent mothers as far as the eye can see.
I find this hilarious on every level.
ETA: I’d like it better, though, if I couldn’t hear it.
Every building I can see out my window says Jewish Hospital.
