Scattered
It's unfortunate that I only spent three measly hours in bed that night because the Sheraton in Clayton had, perhaps, the most comfortable bed of all time. But my flight to Kansas City was at 6:25am and I didn't even get home until midnight. Gah.
Also, you can spy a wretched "book" sitting on the bed that I avoided reading.
Also, you can spy a wretched "book" sitting on the bed that I avoided reading.
