Hours 39-46.

Still not there.

After the third canceled flight, I went to see if my bag had been routed to Greensboro. No, RDU. So I rented a car in Charlotte and attempted to drive the 88 miles to Greensboro. MAJOR DELAYS, said the signs. After 3 hours, I had gone 21 miles. So I cut off the dead interstate and tried to drive 118 miles of backroads to Raleigh to get my goddamn motherfucking luggage. After about an hour I started falling asleep repeatedly, so I went to what the gas station attendant called a "really nice hotel where you have to be from out of town" to stay: the Holiday Inn Express in Asheboro, NC. I got the executive suite for my story, both of which are larger than my apartment. Now I'm eating 2 sticks of gas station cheese for dinner. The colby jack is better than the cheddar.

In the morning I will just drive 30 miles to Greensboro and give my presentation in the t-shirt and swim shorts I will have been wearing for three days.

TWO GREAT PHOTOS I WILL HAVE TO COME BACK AND TAKE:
Downtown Asheboro mill at night
Still life of abandoned hotel with weeds and old cars in parking lot, somewhere.