September 22, 2002
I'm at my mom's house in Douglas, Wyoming. I feel like I have been out of the known world for five days. In Cody, which is so 1992, the Holiday Inn guy acted like a computer was some new fangled thing that hadn't been shipped up the Missouri on a flatboat yet. "Internet Cafe? Really? They have those?"
I have a many stories to tell, and I'll tell them tomorrow when I get home, tomorrow night.