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So I'm in this hotel room outside of Boston, and it's supposed to be the coldest night of the season so far. Lucky me; this cold will far and away beat anything Atlanta will probably see this year. I can't get this heat right in the hotel room. It's either too hot with about -20% humidity where the liquid just leaps out of your body spontaneously and disappears in a crackle of static, or it's frigidly cold.

I ate dinner with a co-worker at the sports bar downstairs (some pasta in a cream pesto, not bad.) We played darts afterwards. He trounced me three games in a row at cricket (never play cricket against an Englishman, even if it is with darts and not bats.) That's okay, though; I beat him at baseball and 501, so score a few for the home team.

Unfortunately, I can still smell the cigarette smoke on my clothes, and they're hanging on a chair across the room from me. *sigh* Sports bars.